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Once I had seen a bitch,
When I was a little boy,
I had seen her grow,
And today when I am old,
I see bitches – infinite,
very similar to ‘Monika’ - the bitch.
A bunch of dogs would follow her,
woo her and I could see the sense of victory,
in the shine of her eyes.
And hunger in the belly of lusty dogs!
A lucky dog would probably mate her, this season
And the rest will still be following,
for a chance in the next mating season.
Dogs - they too are bastards
If at all ‘Monika’ is a whore!
Monika - the stray bitch -
Now she has faded. I don't remember her.
Bitches - again, now and today -
All breeds, hybrids.
Sophisticated, arrogant, confident,
Cell –phoned, perfumed and proud -
They still know that dogs would follow
And that they, they still are bastards.
One bitch and a bunch of dogs,
wagging their tails behind her.
The code is in their genes now.
