The Soul Thinks You Belong To It Poem by Mike Finley

It's got it all backward,
that you are an appendage to it,
and not the other way around.

But it's aburd you say,
How can you be in charge?
I'm the practical one, I open the doors.

But it explains how it can be so demanding.
Of course it bellows when you are gone.
Because that is not what it wants.

Of course it goes out of its mind when you leave.
Why would you ever want to leave,
how could you?

And all this time you thought you were caring for it
and a thin leash connected you,
looped around your head.