The House Poem by Theo Scott

I have wondered for how long I shall live in this house
Where foes become very good friends
By this I mean cat and mouse

My Toes cheese they seem to the starving mice
And my wounds, the dogs best delicacy to lick

Honestly I envy the pigs I swear
Being fed so lavishly then afterwards
They feed the lusty boss in return
Yet death, doesn't even care whether
You were well fed or starving
It reaps where it didn't sow.

On times length, you will get to
Realize that there is no difference between an Animal and Human in this house

For we both scavenge for food in the back alleys
Sorting through the garbage of the Rich for survival
Yet people look and Act like Nothing's wrong....