The Dogs of Andalusia
Have no special wisdom.
They live their lives
As dogs do all over the world.
They eat all they can,
Mate as often as they are allowed ,
And find time in everyday
To take a nap.
And when they dream
They know they are dreaming
And when they are awake
They do not confuse
Dreams with the world.
They do not need razors
To peel the mirage
Of ambition, superstition,
History, and culture
From their eyes.
That is for men.
Dogs see clearly
The way of the world
Without such melodramatic recourse.
A contest entry
- un chien andalou by divebar.
2000 points, ended August 31, 7 entries
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Ooah ooah! dit Snowy.
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