You can’t bribe the dog on your way to the sky
unless you have beef
jerky in your pocket
he’s otherwise incorruptible
perfect to guard
the ultimately unapproachable
destination
unless you have beef
jerky in your pocket
he’s otherwise incorruptible
perfect to guard
the ultimately unapproachable
destination
Lucy in the sky with beef Jerky
…good poem
I literally gasped “oh my god” after reading his by myself at a bar.
I love your first two lines. They set the whole thing up brilliantly.