Dogs

The dogs are out in the mud,

And the grime,

Barking incessantly,

Bearing their teeth at every passing stranger,

You left them out there,

Because they barked at you,

Whenever you walk by,

You threw them there,

Like a pile of wasted bones,

At the butcher shop,

Because,

Though you feign knowledge,

And altruism,

You are just as afraid as I am,

Afraid you will be tossed out,

Like the dogs,

Like us,

In the mud and the grime,

Like the bones,

Waiting for the dogs to chew on.

.

Advertisements
Explore posts in the same categories: Posts

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: