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Do Pets Die Here?
I met a little fellow; at the local shelter; I inquired as to the where-when-and hows; That were required to adopt him. Having demonstrated my ability to provide shelter; And income necessary to feed him; They proceeded to critique my way I loved and disciplined. So I interrupted the Spanish inquisition and asked this; If I’m qualified and deserving but lack the cash can I get the pet anyway? Of course the answer was no and I commented how very human that seemed. That night on the computer; I found out Purina pet food would pay; My local S.P.C.A. was indeed on Purina’s list of participants; And while at the shelter I noticed all the food being given was from Purina. They denied knowledge of such an organization. Turns out I really don’t have the cash on hand that it takes; And by the time I do poor little Wilbur could well be BURNT ASHES. And me the senior citizen; becomes yet one more victim of pretentious bull-**** This really wasn’t a poem now was it; but I don’t have a blog-site anymore; But I’m guessing not only can we take poetic license; but also express injustices; After all is it not life’s twits and turns that make up the jest of most poetry? And now the piece of resistance people; this micro chip they demand is installed. I’m sure there’s whole bunches of you all out there who will defend this; But me I smell the stench of some ill conceived virus. Such a virus that could eventually take away our inalienable freedoms; A form of control and sounding much like; “Introduction to Big Brother 101” Tell me they won’t cross reference to find a “Criminal” or a “Christian” or? Take it in the forehead; take it in the hand; Don’t try to get away from it; there’s no way that you can. Give it to your pets for now; till we get it up and running It’s for the good of all of us; or we’ll maybe miss his coming. Something’s happening here; but what it is ain’t exactly clear; Me-I’m not interested; I don’t roll dice nor do I play follow the leader. So God bless poor little Wilbur; I’m sorry they caught you and I love you. I’m sure you deserve better then you’re getting; but forgive them they don’t know.
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