my dog is at it
again
I hear my neighbors
slam their windows
up

“shut that fucking dog up,”
they yell
every night it’s the
same

“shut that fucking dog up.”

it’s not his fault that he wants to dance
on top of a
piano

it’s not his fault that he pretends his doghouse
is a sopwith
camel

it’s not his fault that he spends many nights
pounding mad
on the typer

“shut that fucking dog up,”
they holler

it’s not his fault
he’s just a dog

(i Peanuts, se li avesse scritti Bukowski. scoperto da edt)