HUSBANDS AND HOUNDS - Disgruntled Poetry

HUSBANDS AND HOUNDS 

I embrace the chaos, order the junk

Wrap it in plastic, put it into the trunk

Of my 96 Shitbox, no key fits the lock

I put her in gear and screech off down the block

On the way to the yard, to the dump, to the pound

The island of misfit husbands and hounds

Where a man and his dog can go off the rails

Nobody there to remind us we failed

We found us no place in this world full of things

Him with his bones and me with my strings

We tore up the sofa, we spoiled the rug

We both buried bones where we shouldn't have dug.

So now it's just madness that gives us a home

Forever together, never to roam.

No crazy cat lady would let us inside

Her garden of goodness, arms open wide

But that means nothing, we've little to fear

Insane is in season this time of year

We'll get us a good spot and settle right down

A dog on the skids and his unfunny clown.