The Dumbbell
I see you there, dumbbell,
great weight on the platform
inside the frayed circus tent.
Each day the strong man lifts you up.
Then, the strong man puts you down.
Don’t you see, dumbbell,
that the strong man is only using you?
Or are you so enamored of his
leopard-skin suit cinched at the waist,
and the cartoonish wave of
his pompadour hair-do
that you see him as King of the Jungle,
Lord of the Circus?
Oh dumbbell,
don’t be such an idiot!
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Dog in Need
What are you doing, big white dog,
tense, with spread legs on the lawn?
Who is your master? Where is your leash?
Why are you out, running free?
Aha! I have discovered the source of
your straining, your trembling,
your tail pointed backward:
It drops to the grass in a heap.
You grimace and twist
like a public figure compelled to tell
the truth, for once,
and it p1ops out
too repugnant and too friggin’ earthy
for any of us to bear.
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