Men Are Not Dogs

Life is not as cryptic as it sometimes seems I watched a dog the other day sniffing around the garden Sniffing here sniffing there Redundance I figured But then it started scratching a specific spot Scratching becomes digging A frenzy of rapid moving paws and dirt being flung Already paw-deep in trouble for bad landscaping skills Paw-deep in the dirt and showing no sign of pause Then a loud celebratory growlish bark A eureka moment to put it as such He has found a juicy bone buried knee deep in the dirt He retreats tail-waggingly to his shady spot to enjoy his prize After observing this spectacle I came to realize That like the dog I should dig deeper and deeper To find my desired prize  But however the dog left a mess and shows no accountability for it Men are not dogs We clean our mess.