Running In Circles

Wed, 08/31/2016 - 20:34 -- gpeny14

My owner wants me to play catch

So he keeps throwing his pretty frisbee my way


The frisbee may be pretty, but I want to chase my tail

So I’ll ignore him like the selfish bastard I am

And continue to run and run in circles

Until the world around me blurs

And his voice becomes nothing but an echoing pang of guilt,

A beating drum against my straining heart


My heart that wants nothing more than to be a good dog,

But is too dizzied by the

Never ending, stomach churning carousel that is tail chasing

To ever break free

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