Other People's Pets
She's the smallest thing in the house;
Yet, she makes the most noise.
She barks at the jingling keys,
Turning knobs and closing doors.
She struts from room to room
With arrogance, but no poise.
She runs in frantic circles;
With no guidance, she explores.
She has her bed and her own food,
Plus luxuries; she's insured!
She laps water like a Labrador,
Spits food that should be consumed.
She does not see her ungratefulness
Or defiance that’s been endured.
She stinks and sheds hair everywhere
Because she is seldom groomed.
She expects all undue service
Or she barks for two or three hours.
She scratches on doors, carpet and walls,
A stressful source since September.
She thinks she’s still a baby, but growls
Like a queen mother with powers.
She’s an animal but never considers
She is the worst family member.
She damages property, no remorse;
Her long leash is seldom held.
She gets little to no consequence
And accepts no good training.
She’s controlling and selfish; regularly,
Her stubbornness is unveiled.
She is on her way out the door;
I see much patience is waning.
She is a pet, a divorce mistake,
That owns her owner’s life;
She's a child who rejects rearing
Still using her parent’s good will.
She has everything and asks for more
Right after conjuring strife.
She is void of all things common
Hating her mother’s freedom and thrill.
She's thoughtless and disrespectful,
Boasting she does not care.
She hates school, authority figures
And those who disagree with her.
She takes few orders, can't keep work
And think that nothing is fair.
She feels her privileges are rights,
Inalienable; all should concur.
She's unhealthy, lazy, lethargic,
Except in her own ventures.
She's jealous of friends with other friends,
And her mother's true lover.
She's resisting rules and wanting to move
From the one she indentures.
She can't reach credit, college and cars
Alone where they hover.
She's the smallest thing in the house;
Yet, she makes the most noise.
She barks at the jingling keys,
Turning knobs and closing doors.
She struts from room to room
With arrogance, but no poise.
She runs in frantic circles;
With no guidance, she explores.
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2009
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