Endurance
Each day in his little cell blocked from the outside, he sits, he waits,
Noting the people who walk past him, "oh he looks nice, will he come visit me?"
Day after day he cries, sometimes to himself, sometimes aloud.
Underneath the tough exterior is a puppy so playful, so loving, he can't harm a soul.
Rage is a word he can't even describe to you.
After all, he's just a dog.
Nice and sweet, yet the world passes him by because, "he's too big, he looks vicious."
Can't we just judge without lame stereotypes leading our decisions?
Every dog has his day, just hold out for it boy.
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