Scotty Dogg Biography

frowning a frown- i notice
my beer gut-
gotta decide which to do first:
white vinegar smelly onion,
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Through a concrete gate opening
the green field revealed itself.
I remember the white lines too.
Organ music smells hotdog smiles.
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We'll lash you up foul poem,
And bind you in three knots.
We'll twist you till your stars
Won't shine, and
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I walk the streets wondering
'why me? ' I'm pathetic as I
head into the bar to gulp
my fill of Coors(Lite) . 'They'
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On a snowy canvas, I splashed her
down with bare, brown, freckled
shoulders. With mirrors everywhere,
she crams both purple fists into a
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