Dog Spelled Backwards Poem by phillip seymore

i heard if u treat a dog right it will be your battles that he choses to fight and keep you warm when u shiver at night.and his greatest weapon is the base in his bark and poison behind the bite. though the fur may be dark there is a glimpse of light. And blind cats and keep u safe with all its might. and give his life just to see u take flight. and jump over cats and bang like mike. but me i let him off the leash. i felt he was dead and i lost my piece. and he got replaced with a soul eating beast. with no manners i watch as he destroys my feast. he licks his lips when he sees me get weak and as i try to run i hear the grass brushing through his feet. as i grow slow because of my hearts irregular beats. i feel the anticipation of his craving of meat. i try to rewind it back before i let go of the leash. and wish i had my G-O-D