Absent Minded
Dead dog floor
In that building
on the thirteenth floor
where no one goes
where the elevator stops
there is a floor where the music never stops
and its full of dead dogs
drugged up
messed up
circle walking
loaded junkies who were taugh different tricks
kneel beg sit speak
play dead
on the thirteenth floor in this building
above my floor i hear them bark
but when i call the landlord
she say s I'm playing my music too loud at lunchtime
but i'm just trying to block out the sounds
of the junkies thumping on the floor
rolling balls
and chasing their tails
and dropping dead
a floor of dead dogs
over midicated
designated
new aged guineau pigs taught tricks
to roll over
sit stay and speak
the dead dog floor
is right above me
but its me the landlord complais about
with smoke in the halls
when its truly the dead dog floor above me
of junked up loaded
intoxicated puppies
barking
and wagging their tails
so i can never tell
Above me is afloor
and i hear it day and night
the howling the barking
the jumping the moaning the yipping
the days the slowly die and one by one i hear a thump
a thump
a thump
as i know in my mind its a dead dog floor
they are teaching the dogs tricks
overmidicating them
i spied through the peephole
i walked up the emergency stairs forr the elevator doesnt stop there
i opened the door
and swatted my way through the flies
and through the must and dangling lights
i saw shaved puppies and paws
and dead eyes of sadness of puppy eyes
and fear filled my mind
it was a dead dog floor
hundreds of puppies
bottles of prescription pills and pot
alcohol in their water dishes and chips
and vheese burgers all over the floor
the stench was terrible and i knew
walking away from the thirteenth floor
i understood this was the dead dog door
the dead dog floor
they laid flat
thet did not walk they crawled
they jumped and fell
from their place of seizures and fits
they groaned from hangovers and vomitting
of sickness and living in filth
they were among needles
and other sorts of experimental objects
i will never mention
but ever since then
they have been onto me
for tyhe curse of the dead dog floor has been following me
the landlord calls me at noon to tell me
she can hear my music reverberating off the walls
and thisismy final warning
when my stereo is not loud at all
she calls me on sunday at tells me my neighbors
are complaining about smoke that fills the halls
little do they know I'm moving out
and soon they will see
the floor underneath the dead dog floor
is going to be something worse
then what was and is known as me
its going to be full of surprises clowns and jokes
the dead dog floor was one thing but they have no idea
of the treats i have in store for the twelfth floor
Alone and confused
terrified and cold
tortured and haunted
with the dead dog floor above me
the twelfth floor will be one thing
the fourteenth fllor another
and in this psychiatric place of study for patients
where they test mentality and prescriptions on animals and men
to induce oppressiona nd righteous behaviour
i leave behind the dead dog floor
and i hear there are nine stories somewhere else
for me to find about human behaviour
and when the dogs are done dying
and the tests are finished
and the come up and down from the thirttenth floor
of experimental dogs now dead
they will find i left behind a message for them and an ultimatum
on the twelfth and fourteenth floors and it will fill them with dread
whats on the twelfth floor you ask?
whats on the fourteenth floor you inquire?
this might not be noahs ark
this might not be a mansion made of a maze
for now everything appears normal
everything seems like everyday normalcy of hunky dory
but in a few months that will chnge
my sliders will come
and replace those who know nothing
the dead dog floor will be haunted by pet owners
and children
and the underground of prize winning poets
for now the wind blows
and my music is off
but one day they will both turn their tunes on
and tear the roof and floor off the dead dofg floor
adn the twelfth and forteenth floor will fall into the thirteenth
and everyone will see
they too are doing tricks like dead dogs
for they will actualy be junkies and drug addicts and criminals
because the thirteenth floor is the second floor
the twelfth floor is the ground floor
the fourteenth floor the thirtd
i'm stuck in a compton corner
listening to every footstep above me
but have to be quieter than a mouse
otherwise godzilla above my complains
and if i smoke a cigarette they call the cops
so the dead dog floor it is
and it was fun having him as a psychological guinea pig
for the better ment of mankind
but i refuse to live underneath someone so heavy
on their feet and arrogant
next time there is adrive by in my neighborhood
i hope all good dogs go to heaven
and not the dead dog floor!
on the thirteenth floor
where no one goes
where the elevator stops
there is a floor where the music never stops
and its full of dead dogs
drugged up
messed up
circle walking
loaded junkies who were taugh different tricks
kneel beg sit speak
play dead
on the thirteenth floor in this building
above my floor i hear them bark
but when i call the landlord
she say s I'm playing my music too loud at lunchtime
but i'm just trying to block out the sounds
of the junkies thumping on the floor
rolling balls
and chasing their tails
and dropping dead
a floor of dead dogs
over midicated
designated
new aged guineau pigs taught tricks
to roll over
sit stay and speak
the dead dog floor
is right above me
but its me the landlord complais about
with smoke in the halls
when its truly the dead dog floor above me
of junked up loaded
intoxicated puppies
barking
and wagging their tails
so i can never tell
Above me is afloor
and i hear it day and night
the howling the barking
the jumping the moaning the yipping
the days the slowly die and one by one i hear a thump
a thump
a thump
as i know in my mind its a dead dog floor
they are teaching the dogs tricks
overmidicating them
i spied through the peephole
i walked up the emergency stairs forr the elevator doesnt stop there
i opened the door
and swatted my way through the flies
and through the must and dangling lights
i saw shaved puppies and paws
and dead eyes of sadness of puppy eyes
and fear filled my mind
it was a dead dog floor
hundreds of puppies
bottles of prescription pills and pot
alcohol in their water dishes and chips
and vheese burgers all over the floor
the stench was terrible and i knew
walking away from the thirteenth floor
i understood this was the dead dog door
the dead dog floor
they laid flat
thet did not walk they crawled
they jumped and fell
from their place of seizures and fits
they groaned from hangovers and vomitting
of sickness and living in filth
they were among needles
and other sorts of experimental objects
i will never mention
but ever since then
they have been onto me
for tyhe curse of the dead dog floor has been following me
the landlord calls me at noon to tell me
she can hear my music reverberating off the walls
and thisismy final warning
when my stereo is not loud at all
she calls me on sunday at tells me my neighbors
are complaining about smoke that fills the halls
little do they know I'm moving out
and soon they will see
the floor underneath the dead dog floor
is going to be something worse
then what was and is known as me
its going to be full of surprises clowns and jokes
the dead dog floor was one thing but they have no idea
of the treats i have in store for the twelfth floor
Alone and confused
terrified and cold
tortured and haunted
with the dead dog floor above me
the twelfth floor will be one thing
the fourteenth fllor another
and in this psychiatric place of study for patients
where they test mentality and prescriptions on animals and men
to induce oppressiona nd righteous behaviour
i leave behind the dead dog floor
and i hear there are nine stories somewhere else
for me to find about human behaviour
and when the dogs are done dying
and the tests are finished
and the come up and down from the thirttenth floor
of experimental dogs now dead
they will find i left behind a message for them and an ultimatum
on the twelfth and fourteenth floors and it will fill them with dread
whats on the twelfth floor you ask?
whats on the fourteenth floor you inquire?
this might not be noahs ark
this might not be a mansion made of a maze
for now everything appears normal
everything seems like everyday normalcy of hunky dory
but in a few months that will chnge
my sliders will come
and replace those who know nothing
the dead dog floor will be haunted by pet owners
and children
and the underground of prize winning poets
for now the wind blows
and my music is off
but one day they will both turn their tunes on
and tear the roof and floor off the dead dofg floor
adn the twelfth and forteenth floor will fall into the thirteenth
and everyone will see
they too are doing tricks like dead dogs
for they will actualy be junkies and drug addicts and criminals
because the thirteenth floor is the second floor
the twelfth floor is the ground floor
the fourteenth floor the thirtd
i'm stuck in a compton corner
listening to every footstep above me
but have to be quieter than a mouse
otherwise godzilla above my complains
and if i smoke a cigarette they call the cops
so the dead dog floor it is
and it was fun having him as a psychological guinea pig
for the better ment of mankind
but i refuse to live underneath someone so heavy
on their feet and arrogant
next time there is adrive by in my neighborhood
i hope all good dogs go to heaven
and not the dead dog floor!
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