Oil Through the Veins of Greyhounds

Black market skinny puppies,

Sold!

To the man in the blue dress

Drinking black lava from a sandy mug.

It’s not coffee and it’s not tea.

He’s a diabetic, you see,

And they’ve run out of Equal.

He’s on his way to the big event:

Greyhound races on oil fields.

Desert sand kicked in the faces of bastard dogs,

Non-champion lineage lacking a loser’s pride.

Tongues out of long faces

(But you’re still beautiful- don’t listen to a word they say),

Greed in the face of a first win.

Too bad no one bothered to number the dogs.

More than one will lose his bet,

Useless in the face of a first win.