true philosophical cynicism: detained dexter dreams of deliverance & declaims doleful doggerel!

the canine incarceral

 

looking out

the front window

I think

“holy crap!

there’s a

wide, wide

world

out there.”

 

but in here

all day it’s

the same thing:

 

chew

chew

chew.

 

i chew on

daddy’s gloves

mommy’s panties

everybody’s socks

and whatever else

i find on the floor.

 

but when i see you

on my lawn

i  think—
“hey, it’s you i want to chew!”

 

so… 
one
fine day,

when i get

the chance,

i’m going to

chew all over you.

 
make no bones about it:
maybe it’s true i write doggerel,
but every dog has his day,

and when i have mine
you can be certain: 

you’ll get yours.

 

now chew on that,

you dim & dull two-legged fucker!  

 

from the dogs & philosophy department:
 

 A narrow escape from prison landed the philosopher Diogenes in Athens (c. 412 – c. 323 B.C.), where he was once famously invited to dinner by a wealthy man.

 

During the evening, one of the guests became so outraged by Diogenes’ behaviour that he began to throw bones at him, calling him a "dog." At that, Diogenes rose and went to the guest, cocked up his leg and urinated on him. Little wonder Plato called Diogenes "a Socrates gone mad".

 

Among the Greeks of his day, Diogenes had many nicknames, the most common one being "the dog"—noteworthy today because the Greek word for dog was "cynic."

 

In fact, Diogenes’ teacher Antisthenes, a pupil of Socrates, founded the Greek philosophical school of cynicism, of which Diogenes proved to be the exemplar.

 

As Diogenes himself remarked: "I am Diogenes the dog. I nuzzle the kind, bark at the greedy and bite scoundrels."