There's a blind dog in tennis shoes,
On the corner, tap dancing in the rain.
He's got a seeing-eye rat on a string
Because cats have the wrong disposition,
And hamsters and gerbils just can't take the strain.
He don't jump for fast flung frisbees,
Tho he can locate them just by the sound
And, he don't bark much but he'll bite your ass.
No rolling over for this hound.
No "sit" or "stay" or playing dead;
He dances and spins and pisses on stoops
A blind dog wearing Converse Allstars
Don't jump though anybody's hoops
The Poet
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