They say every dog has its day
But
All I see is a sad mutt that's
Lowering its tail and head
Waiting for the sun to set
Whimpering to itself in pity
With nails digging into it.
If you want to get to
the escalator to the sun,
Break free.
Bust your muzzle.
Bite your leash.
Beat the Bars.
The nails will Break before you do.
But
If you don't want to hurt your jaw
If you're afraid of
Breaking a few nails
maybe you can try to cry for help.
Good luck.
All they see is a sullen stranger,
Reclusive by volition.
No one sees the nails but you.
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