I stare at those pages,
my mind wanders too,
a random thought.

Like dogs and puppies in cages,
one man did not know what he had to do,
so the SPCA changed what he had wrought.

I read the words on the page, but it takes ages,
Reading and re-reading two times two,
Drifting to shopping earlier that day, what had I bought?

I know, I remember, now, 6 dark bars of chocolate, with my wages,
Some cheap, a sale, some fine quality, still, I did not know what to do,
about the puppy mill, so yes, I finished reading, ate what my craving sought,

Am I that shallow or should I rage,
about defenceless dogs hoping that man gets his due,
Or gather my vice and read my book, whether I see the the words or not?