Best Dedicationfood Poems
“I hope for nothing,
For my parents have,
Abandoned me,
To fend on my own.”
“I trust nothing and no one,
For everyone is a predator,
In this concrete forest”
“I know nothing,
For my only idea of school,
Is the oft rejection,
Of it’s imposing, cold walls”
Astounded by these answers,
This creature of neglect,
Stared right through me,
Seeming to see the man,
Who did not look back,
At fast food mirrors,
While his brethren stared
At the food I shoved,
To my uncaring face
Who passed by not even,
Sparing a single heartless glance,
On begging, pathetic and,
Barely opened palms,
Who thought of himself,
Only in the egotistical terms,
Of “I”, “Me” and “Mine”.
He finally turned his back,
Not looking back,
A terse encounter,
He need not care for,
Nor remember at all…
I was given a moment’s pause,
Knocked by my selflessness,
Wanting only the vain fact,
That somebody remembers me.
Finding out how just how brittle,
My cares and fancies are,
No different from the shell,
I bit right through,
How preposterous the question,
My apathetic tongue asked,
And how grateful I am for the fact,
That I bit it hard enough,
To wake me up to a reality,
I otherwise would not know,
nor see….
Did that foolish tongue bleed?
Yes my friends, My former inhabitants,
Of he realm of Indifference,
It bled, it surely did…
Dear Friends,
I said a last goodbye to my beloved chow dog BEAR today. Let the folowing be for him. I
wrote it some time ago. He was a shelter dog.
JBR
THE HUMAN SOCIETY
The Human Society is an organization,
Dedicated to the prevention of abuse,
To humans by dogs.
Dogs start their devious work,
With that sad helpless irresistible face,
At the local animal shelter.
So you pay $50 to take them home.
Only to discover within 24 hours,
That they are priceless.
They steal your heart, eat the food you bought them,
Then eat the food you bought for yourself.
They take over your furniture,
And lay down in the floor,
Precisely in your way.
They command your bed,
Taking over your favorite pillow,
Without a second thought.
Then, I repeat, then they keep you,
From getting angry at them,
With all their wiles,
From sad faces, to silly antics, to joyfully meeting you at the door.
Someone needs to protect us poor humans,
From their loving honesty.
Maybe a big mean one-eared cat,
With bad tuna breath,
Is the answer.