Innocent Bystanders

A dog limped into a bar
and said, I’m looking for the man
who shot my paw.

The Dalai Lama would let it go,
but the dog being dog

wanted to know
who sold him a seat
in a sink hole.

I’m with the dog and with the pig
who leapt after leaning
on the electric fence,
her lardy self landing on little feet.

Let other bless what bounty brings
(not felled by fracture).
She replied with a toothy rake
across the rear
of the swine beside her,

believing, like Burroughs,
there are no innocent bystanders.