office poetry

i had a dog once,

and i hated him.

he used to sit

in front of me

and stare,

like if i was dead.

it was annoying

and disgusting

and i wanted to kick him

so bad

so his eyes

would turn red and melt.

but i never did it.

i just kept lying in front of him,

looking back at him,

with my eyes

full of acid

and one beer in each hand,

and the flies

bet on who was going

to crack first,

on who was weaker,

if the dog or myself....

and i wish i was a fly

or a spider

or just an egg,

or a flower

or just a pile of shit

on te floor

waiting for someone

to squizzzz me..

but

i was a lonely kid

staring back

at a dog i hate,

with one beer

in each hand,

and a girl

drowning

in the bath tub.