Blunderdog

Two years ago I bought a dog that can talk and fly.

If I said that he's intelligent, I would be telling a lie.

As he flies through the sky, he shits on people's heads.

They beat the crap out of me and I wish that I was dead.

He always comes home filthy, I wish he would be cleaner.

He got a lot of dogs pregnant so I had to cut off his wiener.

My dog tries to be a superhero whenever he sees a crime.

The criminals put a bullet in his ass each and every time.

He's a loveable canine but sadly he has the intelligence of a log.

You'd better carry an umbrella because here comes Blunderdog.

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This is a fictional poem

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