the beautiful people
in my room tonight
I listened
to the dogs barking
“Woof – Woof”
“Woof”
up and down the street
back and forth to one another
penned into their yards
like workers trapped
in cubicles
going on about
their days
and
going on about
their
nights
The dogs even have
moronic, brain dead loser
managers
who
will
come
out again and again
searching for every
last ounce which the dogs have to give
“Shaddap!”
the managers yell
into the black night
and the dogs, being
ever faithful,
will oblige
for
a while
