jueves, septiembre 15, 2011

motor oil dogs

by. facundo ezequiel

motor oil dogs
those dirty old cocks
drove through america
mumbling hysterical
young dumb business
trying to impress
just a little girl

they never knew
that in that stew
noone comes clean
whatever the means
it’s really a pity
in the nitty gritty
ground is the peak

sheena warned them
doodled with a pen
drew three hanged men
each had his stem
cutted from the roots
and bleeded black soot
they didn’t listened

motor oil dogs
dying on the rocks
drying like wet clothes
not even close
to a happy ending
so it’s pending
the final line

of this poem