Sammy Dawg

By ScaryMonster · Feb 23, 2011 ·
  1. Sammy Dawg

    Sammy Dawg, he is ma homie, the tats
    he has they tell a story.

    Around his back there flows a storm sea,
    the ships it casts upon Dawg’s shoulders
    are there devoured by blue monsters.

    Yes Sammy Dawg ma one and only, his arms
    are long and lean and bony, the eye there
    has a weary journey on roads track marked and
    hoary, on them lives a different story.

    O Sammy Dawg ma wounded brother, I’m here
    for you and no other, on you is inked the pure
    redeemer, he walks across an ocean torso and
    there he finds a lot and more so.

    “What up ma Dawg!” I feel like saying, but Sammy
    Dawg is just not playing, but a story still his tats are
    saying, in vivid hues but they’re decaying.

    Sammy Dawg he was ma homie, his fists are clenched,
    his eyes are lonely; his colors speak with death’s
    engravings, “I am a World!” His skins proclaiming.

    Sammy Dawg’s, one last mention is written there for my
    attention, words that state his new found station, a book
    of skin for all the nations.

    Now words have failed him, the pictures tell: ma Sammy
    Dawg won’t burn in hell.

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