No Phone For Mauly

She grunts and groans

Hates being alone

Hates anything foam.

Rips shit to threads

That shit then dreads

To release so easy

Mauly, don’t you see?

Why momma don’t feed you fabric?

You’re in dog heaven.

I know where you been

You came from dog hell.

Now you’re doing well.

Sleep safe in this heaven.

Live where good sleep finds you.

Live two lives in the space of one.

Mauly don’t need no phone.