Pit Bulls Can'T Fly

I wake in a panic… Dreaming of us in a tent. In some city somewhere Him, Me, and two dogs. My guy—He has gone mad. You see our family has gone crazy He wants to leave town. Maybe I should sleep with one eye open. Yes--a good idea or I may find myself packed and in the car. I do agree--it is all so sad, Everyone has lost their minds. Their choices have been hypocritical They lie and deny—to pretend it is not real. But I don’t want to run away, Why do we have to run away and hide. We did nothing wrong. Please, can’t we stay--I don’t want to be like Bills’-- mom and dad and move away. Oh Wait--good news has arrived I have just been told That Pit Bulls They Can Not fly… amen! Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao