The Master of the House

Master, I am A stranger to you but will you to hear my confession? I am a faceless man who lives in the backyard of your house I share your table So heavily heaped with bread, fruit and meat it huffs like a horse drawing a coal cart As the richmans to Lazarus the crumbs are swept to my lap by my Lizzy Sweetie, eat and be satsified now Tomorrow we shall be gone I wrestle with your dog for the bone pregnant with meat and wash it down with your ****** milk I am the nocturnal animal that steals through the fenced lair to meet my mate and flees at the break of down before the hunter runs me to the ground. Hear my humble plea Please master of the house Before you throw me out I need your aid