r. was on dog duty up north in some posh quiet neighborhood 
and the crank next door yelled knock it off! to the talking dogs. 
she said the hater had a beagle and removed the poor thing's vocal chords.
oh god i wanted to fly there and choke her with her own fence. 
mom was telling me about the movie about the nazis 
shooting all the animals in the zoo 
and i told her about this whackerdoodle 
and i said shit ma, there's crazies everywhere, 
as r. says me i say you so right, there's no zip code for crazy, 
nor time zone, ain't no borders in spacetime for crazies.