Paper dog

I’ve got a paper dog
inside my head
leading me astray
a graveyard of cigarette butts
Buried in ashes of grey
the doctors said…
Well, I don’t listen to what they say
and I’ve fallen in and out of love
in less than a day
and this paper dog
Is spewing it’s guts
In my brain
Humping paper dolls
Trying to bust a nut
I should get him done
But…
He’s a friend.

One thought on “Paper dog

  1. colonialist August 15, 2017 / 8:33 pm

    Better if you had a paper dog that you could call your own, a dog that other fellas cannot steal …

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