My dog seems scared
and looks towards me begging sympathy
He does not know of conspiracies
being part me and part wolf
I welcome him into my complacency.
Only four paws and missing his mother
he gravitates toward me
I am his mother father and brother
but he knows not how much he means to me
regardless of my smell and prority to be.
His nose is lower than his knees
and I am two above his needs
I cannot lick my dick with ease
he has a licence to travel anywhere with ease
and do whatever he may please,
Had I put him in a dictonary he would not appear
he does not know he cannot read
but he will leave his mark where he peed
I am not as low to the ground as he should be
so I duck and weave wishing benefits constantly.
My dog is my god
he skirts with ease under whatever be's
an innate understanding of what he should see
and meanwhile he wants to guard me
but being short there are things he cannot see.
Who feeds him and who feeds me
he cannot hunt, hurt is not in his vocabulary
but his being now reflects me and he asks me
that of age and blind and deaf
can he still complete his dogness without me.
If he dies and leaves me alone
I will have no knowledge of where he is
but still feel his paws pawing at me
Cuddly and as magnificent as he is
I cannot agree that he is less superior to me.
My Dog is God but we still cannot agree who should piss on the tree.