my dog is sideways,
a fluke,
he leans against corn stalks
then becomes confused
they give him his way
a way he did not know he had
there is little confusion
in his mind as he growls
at bipeds and bicycles
the evil corn does do a
bit of snarling
to spite him,
he has no idea
or originality
he knows I am writing a poem
about him, he is sneering
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