The St. Cleve Chronicle Update

Really don’t mind if you let the dogs out
My words but a whisper – their barking a SHOUT
I may make them heel but I can’t make them think
Their bone’s in the gutter – their hair clogs the sink
So they chase their tails around all da-a-a-ay
And make a meal of the backyard cla-a-a-ay
And their owners don’t know what to sa-a-a-a-a-ay
when they shit out a brick.

(apologies to Gerald “Little Milton” Bostock & Ian Anderson)

clay dog turd


About Marcus

Who me? Introverted, neurotic, self-absorbed, increasingly cynical observer of human nature and part time social critic in hiding. Most of my life spent avoiding growing up. The naive idealistic passions of youth have evolved into the eclectic eccentricities of adulthood. Northeast Florida small-town native, related to people I can't relate to. Simultaneously my own best friend and worst enemy. Politically and spiritually unaffiliated, my personal ideologies put me all over the map or off it completely.
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2 Responses to The St. Cleve Chronicle Update

  1. Kinda like one of those jumbo sectioned tootsie rolls. Only not.

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