HOW TO DRAG YOURSELF AROUND, IF YOU MUST

WHATEVER GOES UPON TWO LEGS IS AN ENEMY

FOR THE STREETCAR THAT DRIVES OVER YOUR LEGS, FOR
THE MODERNITY IN THAT PITCH YOU REACH WHEN YOU GET
MAD. INTO KNOWING, INTO PITCHED FAILURE THROUGH US.
WILD, UH, WILD. SO KNOWING, SO TO YOUR LEGS FOR THE
MODERNITY IN THE CHEAP SUNGLASSES THAT WE MUST WEAR.

WHATEVER GOES UPON FOUR LEGS, OR HAS WINGS, IS A FRIEND

THE NIGHT YOU CRAWL INTO BED WITH ME WILL BE THE NIGHT
I HINT AT STREET LIGHTS, OR ELSE IT WILL BE US, HUDDLING
BEHIND A TOYOTA CAMRY, TRYING TO BLEND INTO SHADOWS.
IT WILL BE THE NIGHT WE FIND THE NIGHT IN OUR MARROW, ITS
BLACKNESS CRAWLING THROUGH US LIKE MOTOR OIL.

NO ANIMAL SHALL WEAR CLOTHES

HERE THE STITCHES FIND NO FREE PASS, JUST A BELATED TRUNDLING
OF TEXTURE. YOU X'S DITCH PAST THE COPS AND STRUGGLE OVER
THE RIVER IN TRUCK BEDS; YOU X'S STUMBLE THROUGH INTERSECTIONS
BREATHING LIES ABOUT POPULAR THINGS. HERE THE STITCHES GO TRUE,
PULLING THEIR EXILE BEHIND THEM IN A RADIO FLYER.

NO ANIMAL SHALL SLEEP IN A BED

THIS BEING THE HEARTBREAKING STORE MANAGER IN A SHRINKING
PARKING LOT, SMOKING LOST TIME. TUSSLING HAIR IN SENTENCES
AND PULSING BOUNCED CHECKS. THIS BEING THE MOST YOU CAN
WEEN FROM THE SPACE BETWEEN CHEWING AND SINGING. THOUGH WHEN
YOU SING, IT SOUNDS FOGGY, LIKE CAR ALARMS AND BRIDGES RAISING.

NO ANIMAL SHALL DRINK ALCOHOL

MONEY LAUNDERING SCHEMES DOTTED HER FACES LIKE THEY DOTTED MINE.
I THOUGHT WE WERE IN THE SOUTH. OR I THOUGHT I WAS BY MYSELF.
CORNER MARKETS DELIVERING, OH, FOR. FOR DELIVERING SERMONS IS PRAISED.
WE TRIED TO DANCE, OR, I MEAN, I TRIED TO DANCE WITH HER -- THOUGH
I WAS A PARKED CAR ON AN EMPTY STREET. OR AN EMPTY STREET UNDER AN EMPTY CAR.

NO ANIMAL SHALL KILL ANY OTHER ANIMAL

THE RIM OF A FULL GLASS IS UNLIKE ANY OTHER CREATURE IN THIS WORLD,
IT IS MORE LIKE A BRUISE THAT YOU DESERVE. FULL PLATES FOR EYES, SHE
GOES SHOPPING. IF SHE ENTERS THIS ROOM, SHE WILL BE SHOPPING. IN TIME,
TUSKS. SLOW GRAIN BARGES CAN NOT KEEP UP WITH THE STILLNESS OF A DYING
MOON, OR A FAIR PRICE. THESE POOR STITCHES KEEP DOTTING THE GLOBE.


ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL

THESE ARE NOT HANDS, THESE ARE LATCHES, THESE ARE DROP DOWN MENUS
AND THE CLOSET WHERE THEY KEEP THE COPIER AND EXTRA PENS. THOUGH
HEARTS ARE STRONG MUSCLES, THEY ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO AN XBOX.
THOUGH SHE TUGS THROUGH THE CRACKS IN THIS PLACE, SHE IS BARELY
DECORATION. BUT AT LEAST? BUT FOLLY, TO KNOCK HEADS.