Oct. 18, 2009 A Day in the Life Of...
by Igor Osowski

To fetch or not to fetch, that is the question:

Is it better instead to

Chase the meaningless twig

Or to rebel, and refuse to run?

But to lose the spot at the end of the bed? To stop the run

To cease, cease the incessant

Rejection and repetition.

To be sent away, embarrassed.

It’s divine to lie here, and pant

Ones rear may start to ache however,

Unbothered by the 12 year old

With no company, just a bowl of food

Let us contemplate

A question to serve too difficult;

What beast would degrade themselves?

Obedience to a child with a runny nose

Quality of life in question-

Is life as easy as this?

Do faithful need to chase and be rejected?

By what device is it finished?

Perhaps bad kibble? Would master notice?

Under a meaningless life

What think of life in a comfy bed after refusal?

Masters’ scorns a scary thought

One does not return from incomplete existence.

That rolled up newspaper keeps beasts in line.

Follow in normal flow

Turning us to mutts, half breeds

To have ones tail outstretched

Not between its legs

And walk with chest out and tongue hanging-

This in mind, it’s easy to turn to ones tail and circle

Stick in child’s hand, a mind blank

What reason to chase?

To bring back, and have thrown away again.