your thoughts like dogs getting into a kitchen
rooting & getting at all the food on the counters
ruining the meal for everyone who waited
even you and all the bounty you gathered
into yourself you trampled and slobbered over
the untrained thoughts we run with
mind slipping past and all the mischief
this exuberant savagery revels to create
rebellious purposes and justified revenge
later causing weeping and isolation
turn from the braying of the world
braggarts would have you be like a dog
flinging treasure onto the ground
despoiling your own self
as you try to outrun death
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