I walk thru’ the boros alone
In depths of abyssal psychosis
As my neighbor’s cur’s telepathic spur
Insistentently proposes ..

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“Davy, kill! Kill! Kill!”
And of course I will.
(But that whole demon-dog thing’s a scam:
Son of Sam I am
And I’ll shoot – Blam! Blam!
Whoever serves green eggs and ham.)

The dog speaks and I have no choice
Fate’s cast just like some I Ching thing
“Shoot’em dead,” you see, he has said to me,
And I must. I hear him singing …

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I wish could tune out those grim
Commands even I know’re appalling
But I can’t, and so, on and on I’ll go
Whene’re I hear him calling …

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