Does A Poem Lie to Say You Can Be the Moon or Be a Dog Balloon?
The animal spirits haunt and possess the greedy with evil of course. In the course of history the chapter and verse of truth can be lost.
My Spy Dog
I hope my dog Yáo comes down to Earth.
Y’see, I had a reputation:
for big game and small games
I was known for raising hunting dogs:
Fido, Rover, Mèng Yáo, and Hunter
But now (maybe it’s a mistake),
we get treats and bribes for training.
But yeah
Mèng Yáo doesn’t hunt;
her nickname is Bo-Peep:
she’s more herder than hunter, but
like a dear smart lap dog
she got a top dog prize at the dog show,
got a lap-top sponsor endorsement, and
y’know, she’s always wanted to be an astronaut
Bow wow Mèng Yáo! So
after ballooning inflation
the wolf was at the door, and
we couldn’t refuse an offer
of big money
They bought her a diamond collar,
and a custom oxygen mask.
Should I mention
the clincher of the deal:
all the dogs were put on
the Board of Directors of
an Oil Company and of
a hedge fund for really heavy
influence petting.
So I hope Bo-Peep can come down safely.
She’s in a balloon at 60,000 feet.
I bet she looks cute in her oxygen mask.
They say it’s for entertainment purposes only
and I could sell her paintings for a lot.
If they shoot her down over the ocean,
she can swim well enough in
an ocean of plausible deniability
or is it implausible; don’t know
there’s a clause for that.
Poor Bo-Peep will lose her sheep
if wolves fly too high.
Poet Laureate of the Primitive Planets 