Training a Companion Dog

Training a Companion Dog

Standing here plain like the feeling of a seven year old

Seeing the dog he was petting knock over his ice cream cone

Lick it up off the concrete in vanilla display

Abandoning innocence for blame

Beautiful creatures can manipulate

And become the bitch licking up lunch money spent recklessly

If only given the chance, chomp the life right out

Pin it up on her wall in a pirouette prize

To dance in front of and carry the lies

Of who you were in private performances

One becomes the monster, the other the child on top of the bed

Closing her eyes and burying a head

In an inverted ostrich diagram, three feet in the ground

No ears are listening only sounds of this was, and this is

How it was, if I say it enough, I will believe and so might the judge

String up and slay out, convince the town what the story was about

Calcify, get me up on that stand and testify me

In hardened words and speech, made firm

Brought upon by circumstance, by the mistake of

Her being given the chance,

To take lunch money in vanilla display,

To take my child in a string of the actress on stage

Standing plain like the feeling of a thirty-year old

Seeing the dog he was feeding bite his stretched hand

Eyes for the street and threaten his stance

With a growl and a pounce no longer the man

As her teeth gnash his clothes, his muscle, his plans

Shredded to blood and he can’t find the strength to fight back

Should have had the collar from the beginning

By demanding that this love is not free

Choke out and be firm in voice and command

That there are lines being crossed