the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.
the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.
but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.
they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.
but the price is
terrible.
sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
As a Dog,
I deny the human claim that their race are superior.
what advantages they have over others
are wasted on useless rituals such as
sweeping cement
moving debris over long distances
to be with other debris
they say **** all the time
but have you ever seen one put his nose to it?
or eat it?
they never know who's in heat and who's not
they don't even have a word for not being able to smell
.............and they wonder why we never talk to them...........
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC