An Animal Speaks Out

As I come to my new home,
I stand alone.
No one beside me,
just me and my tree.

Why do they do this,

Why is he punching me with his fist?

I just want love, maybe a kiss?



I've fought other dogs, 
because my owner is on drugs.
I just want some hugs,
I think, as I feel bugs in my wound. 



Please stop,
my legs are starting to drop.

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