Non-Erotic PoetryDog Hoteldogs in berets
smoking long cigarettes
dashing hash ash upon plush carpets
of connoisseurs
they beat with all fours
a tinkle, a sprinkle
a full load of howler
a call for more sours
black velvet collar steps
like non other
she is not as sheep……
…ish as she façades
my dream ends there
my want ends never
dogs are not people
people are dogs
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