Dogs Are Sadists Poem by Ronnie Heaven

Dogs are sadists
But they can't help it
The squeak in the squeaky toy
Is what enraptured them
Small prey terrified, giving a death knell
Over and over and over
Keeps them on the edge of their seat while lulling them into a meditative state
The zen of the chew
Bulging mandible muscles cranking, pulling, working
"Eeep! Eeep! Eep! "
They lay about through break-ups, car crashes, the fall of empires
As long as that high pitched sound
Resumes with each hearty gnaw
Dogs are never too old to indulge in the triumph of the kill
All bloodless plastic; cheery yellows and greens
This sinew-less prey
Leaves much to be desired,
Iron rust thickness of blood
Nourishing fats
Greasy juices
But it is not a dogs lot to complain
She leaves the moaning to her master
A much more barbaric specimen
Who cannot seem to confine his sadism to an effigy
Instead he turns his attention to towns, countries, continents
All bulldozed by his unrestrained glee
At seeing how much havoc he can wreak
How much misery can be distilled into capital
He is an alchemist
Using bodies instead of lead to live out his Midas fever dream
He forgets the legend is a cautionary tale
So
In comparison, the happy dog, sadist though nature may have honed her to be
Is satisfied with the imitation of suffering
Whereas her owner demands the genuine article
All the while dubbing himself the crown of creation