another day, another walk in the park
\ntwo blocks up from Jefferson and on the corner of Main St.
\nmy dog trails behind me, his tail wags with the wind
\nGood boy I say to him
\nthe only one who has been faithful to me
\nnot unlike that 2 dollar whore I picked up downtown
\nlast month at Bob’s Happy Hour Liquor House
\nShe stayed for 21 days
\nfulfilled her 3 week commitment
\nlike we had some contract negotiated on our relationship
\nshe ate my food
\nshe drove my car
\nshe didn’t even do my laundry while I was at work
\nand she sat at MY home sleeping off a Prozac hangover
\nand then she left
\nleaving only what she couldn’t carry
\nbut that’s OK
\nright boy? because when we see her again
\nher sweet ass is going to be grade a dog food
\nand what’s left, we will stick with the compost heap around back
\nwhich is where she belongs
\nthat crack whore bitch who stole all our shit
\nand left us with a 700 dollar phone bill to Guatemala<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"