wild dogs, with their hhum-drum life,
they calculate and size up, then turn
to piss and bite, bite.
they vegetate and lean on their crutches,
they create news papers and books , then
dig for gold with their hatrid and fight,
they are the guns,
and the arrows,
and the father of lies,
they are the wild dogs that measure their
life, with the size of their penises.........

DAVID GERARDINO

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wild-dogs/