DogTown

I believe that this ghost town has something more
Other than memories of a passing stray dog New Year.

It has modern skeletons soaked in the sweetest of shame to offer.
Enough to make hairy tounges drool a pool of warm, slimy, fishy saliva.

No need to dig for such a froth party,
Menu is served and there's plenty to choose from:

Bone necklaces choking mangled necks,
Glowing empty ribcages that stores caged heat,
Minted skulls with gaping stare bullet holes,
Spine barbecue dipped in menstrual sauce
and Powdered joints with creamed marrow bits--

All for the dogs that resides in us,
To play on and make us feel like gods.

To abuse like kitchen rags
and chew like a bit-ridden rubber ball.

While the sound of gritting teeth is like bolts of lightning
caught in a jar:
The sky around here remains cloudy and calm.

So wiggle your fancy tail as we approach through the glass
Notice how eyes glow like orbs of green shimmering lights

We're offered aplenty to refuse an insult
So don't back up.
Cram the space like tons of payload trucks;

and rest assured we'll be grinning from ear to ear up in dog heaven.