A homo sapien and his canine took a stroll on the street
A mobile metal monster they happened to meet
Bloody guts
It’s been said by the son of a son of a son
That one rots and bloats in the noon day sun
Not so for the other, he’s got a schedule to keep
Cock ‘n bull
Maggots ain’t picky ’bout what they eat
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The graduate TA in my college creative writing class said he would not have understood it without my explanation. And, once understood, not certain he cared for the message. That is ok. We don’t write for everyone.