Naw, I don’t want to be a dog….a poem

I put on a collar one time.

Wanted to get that feel.
But then I’m not
a real dog.

I hate to beg,
I prefer steak,
not doggy food.

And I want to have
non doggy feelings
like Eros and
why magic
happens.

Naw,
I’ve seen how Masters
treat their doggies.

From having to poop in
public to being chained,
beaten just
because you
hump?

And some Masters
are unbelievably
cruel, not
enough food and
sometimes I don’t want
to breed!

Makes me
run away
and get
lost….