Going to bed with a pug

You go to bed with a pug and you wake up
with a German pinscher taking the space
and like a woman of the world you’ll smile
with whitening teeth, not biting but hoping
for more. Born to this world, live for a while
and then simply just die. All we get is a stone
over our heads, a wreath and lighting candles
once a year at best. Why do we care? Why do
I care? But I do. This emotional moves in my
chest, oh! Is it only something born with for
the survival of the species, like other species?
And what about this love I have for you? Why
you? I’ll never understand the mystery of you.

Driving the truck “it gets lonely sometimes”

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