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Define a dog’s life.

Define a dog’s life.

If you cared at all
no matter how deep
would you bite like a dog
with a rabid disease?
Please!
Plain and simply
with this being said
be the bane of existence
I will listen instead.
With the utmost respect
yet you couldn’t return
a thrown ball to your pet
after all they had learned?

Turn,
Roll over
Sit still and now Beg!
Then kill every hatchling
Lying eggs on my head.
And once their all dead
Beat it!
Be gone!
Get back to your bed!
Take a look what you’ve done

Oooohhhhh how fun…
If I walk,
will you run?
Don’t patronize me
with your sarcastic pun!

I won’t shake hands
with whistle blowing fools.
While they wipe livid lips
which have tainted fine tools.

Such a deafening defiance
with reliance to reign
must remain
as an ambience
unheard, with no name.

Define a dog’s life
I’d say they’re the same
when you blow on a whistle
you’re both playing the game.

Carey Milton © 2017

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Jacki Goebel

I really like this, Carey!  Seeing things from both perspectives...  Imagine what cats think in their vanity - ha!  Enjoyed!*!*!

Jacki

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