Theorem The Truth Serum
Massive Hairball - Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum
She had a long lonely face.
Her eyes were dull and unhappy.
She laid silently lazy.
Her purpose was undefined.
She was like a statue waiting
for some wandering attention.
A piece of living and breathing art.
She roamed the backyard and the side yard
to remind us of our possessive spirits.
She got about as much attention as
a child gives to their broken toys.
It is sad looking back at it now.
She seems to be a massive rising and falling hairball.
She might have barked at times
but this doesn't mean she was a dog.
A dog is a part of the family not to be
shunned and always left outside.
Where is the love in that?
A pet is there to be loved.
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