So Long

Bidding adieu, so long to the past

ceasing to wallow in the grime.

The mick and the muck, the animals in the trash

the pigs in the slop and the slime.

Contracting myself, a shot to the foot.

Stepping forward then two behind.

From the pit of a belly a dog upchucks, 

then eats the bile from which it had dined.

So long to my self, my habitual needs.

Tightly clinging to my attachments.

Creator and maker of my own suffering,

causing negative reaction. 

Sleeping with dogs, waking up with fleas,

becoming a dog is what tends to happen.

Constantly surround yourself with children,

lest the to become a child, kid.