Dog
by David Charles Anderson


My dog pouts his lips and sleeps all day
He gets three meals
and a pet now and then
sleeps on the bed when we let him
or are gone
If we see fit
to let him out, he chases
cars down the street
and runs away

Stupid dog

We humans sit atop the food chain
the biologists say
I spray my hair, brush my teeth,
turn the key, and send toxins into the air

He sleeps on the bed
when we let him stay

Power is might

I bought the food
and set the clock

and I suppose that I could beat him senseless
to prove I have the right

Stupid dog

See these thumbs

Yeah, I'm atop the food chain

My dog pouts his lips and sleeps all day
While I break my thumbs to pay the bills

And I wonder,
who created the survival of the fittest anyway?






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