My body burns
it tells me things
eat, eat, eat
it says

The hunger is overwhelming
my throat is on fire
'food will come soon,'
he tells me
liar liar liar

My stomach grumbles
I let out a groan of pain
he grabs a lighter and
sets the stove aflame

I watch as he cooks
mouth watering, I see
he sets out the plates
one for me
one for his date

But it is not for me
he sets it on the table
his date digs in
so does he
he lied, it is not for me
liar liar liar

He looks down at me
takes in my pleading face
he winks and chucks a chicken leg
'don't tell Trace'
he says

I look at the chicken
all cooked and sweet
but then I see the dirt and hair
laying upon the chicken
that's not good to eat

I look upon my paws
why can't I be fed like them?
I may be an animal,
but they are being rational

Why want a dog,
when you cannot feed them?
why call me family,
when you do not treat me like one?