You don't want to know me
You want photo ops
Sound bites for the bridge club
Bragging rights
for a well-bred pup
Throw the bitch a bone
Do some tricks for the nice ladies
then kick the mutt with your Ferragamos
for getting your rug dirty
Is it any wonder
I shrink away
when you reach your hand out?
or that I shed my collar
along with my milk teeth
so long ago?
submitted (too late)for dVerse Poets Pub, Meeting the Bar, Allegory so for Open Link Night, Week 42
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
