Month: May 2015

My dogs smiles at me; it loves me
I who had its balls cut out for my own convenience
I who leased it when it would roam free
Does its tailor made DNA even remember the forests,
The hunts and the packs it moved in
Meals torn from bone
As appose to a bowl full of pellets
My dog would die for me its captor
Of course it gets to sleep all day
And occasionally run on the beach
Or join me on a hike in the wild
Where something stirs in it
And its ears prick up
And its wet nose twitches
As it catches the scent of what it used to be

We have forgotten our manners, all of them
Sure the door is open but there is no welcome
We greet only when greeted
And only out of habit
Without shaking hands or meeting eyes
Hugging seems out of the question
We are lost in our own worlds
Entire worlds where we are alone
With only our worries for company
When alone
It is easy to walked around the world many times
Around and around
Like a clown balance/walking on a big ball
Destined to fall

Why must I should what I want to say?
Why must my life be lived your way?
Why must the poor live on their knees?
While the powers that be do as they please?

Still I will have my say
And live my way
Even if I do it alone
For none can sway
Try as they may
This voice I call my own