Poem I004 - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

the dogs keep coming here
shed off some hair
leave ticks and fleas
some mud and dust
from outside
and you know very well
how dirty this room can be
but you keep on doing
what you ought to do
not minding how this mess
will be contained perhaps
now or later or never

just the same these dirty dogs
are your dogs
mess solved.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 23, 2015

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