“a …man who named his dog after president…and painted the name on both sides of the dog was arrested for breach of peace”
“…has been a bad boy”
there was a boy down the street named after a dog.
boy, when we mention connotations
would throw a fit and ask for a bad rope.
years later, he’d grow muscles and moustache
and lanky bones storing data meant for the army.
then, flay our stomach berths
to create a common hell with versions of a dying sun.
believing the prophecy of recruitment leaflets, boy would become king
ruling across seas, exerting a Bos taurus sovereignty