we are in the ring, the
misfits whose ears won’t stand up right
whose backs twitch at examination
and whose fleas bite at the darnedest times
the pair of us
droopy master and silly pup
and we examine the man in quirky
suit and tie with luxurious fur and
perfect obedience
look at us, why are we here?
why pretend to compete in a
world where others catch on
to the rules so easily and we have
to stop and wonder why at each
fork of the road?
oh well
I think your coat is the prettiest color
and I love your sleepy eyes
by Cher Bibler
