BUDDY

Buddy you horny bastard, 
I can't believe you peed 
on my front door. 
Just to say your Beloved 
is here, ready to breed 
and she's yours?

And what's with the midnight 
howling every night?
She's cloistered. 
She's a virgin. 
I will not consent.

And why do you lay in the 
rain, soaked and miserable?
Nothing can come of this, 
you know. Give it up.
Save yourself the grief. 

All things pass and this 
too. You'll forget her 
soon enough. Other 
smells will interest you, 
good smells, I promise.

I've seen it before. 
Mindless, oblivious, 
wracked with a pheromone 
monkey on your back, 
Buddy Buddy, brother Buddy, 
you poor horny bastard.



© 2004 by Richard W. Todd

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