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WE ARE NOT FUR BABIES
His incendiary comments
Ignited a conflagration
Concerning the dangers
Of “smokeless” tobacco
It’s the same look
Like the one the dogs get
When they hear the leash rattle
The eyes focus and scan
The attitude
Takes on an urgency.
That tree awaits.
Who might have been there
Who may still linger
Did we bring the ball
I hate it when he forgets
As I am not too fond of
Other dog’s saliva-soaked offerings.
“Biodegradable” poop bags
Holy Scat, what next
What is my carbon pawprint
A vegetarian diet
Little rain coats and hats
What, wait, no way, don’t even think
About putting me
In that “puppy pull toy”
You’ll pay for this
I know where you hide
Your golf shoes.
Copyright ©
John Lawless
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