What Else Did You Expect? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There are those surviving to thrive,
On feeding their egos.
And believed themselves to have 'arrived',
When they have successfully retrieved...
A returning of a bone thrown,
After it has been fetched.

'Good boy. Your such a good boy.'
Now bark at the ones,
Who attempt to make forward steps.
Let it be known to show them,
I've chosen you to be my favorite pet.'

~Grrrrooowwl. Woof! Woof.~

'Nice.
You are so obedient.
So faithful.
Now...
For your final task and test.
I want you to protest against the ones,
Who may look like you...
But don't 'act' the way you do.
Backbite them if you have to...
If you sense they seek to achieve success.'

~I can do that.
Okay.
Now...
What will 'I' get? ~

'Don't be silly.
You get to bark.
What else did you expect? '