The Unhappy Dog Poem

by [ Topic Fiction and Snobbery, Poetry | Comments Off ]

There is a dog who is
walked near my work.
Rotund, like a neck roll,
with tiny stubs for legs.
Surely the existence of
such an animal goes
against all laws of nature.
Surely this is an abomination
in the eyes of god.
Surely, I hear Darwin spinning
in his grave, some genetic roulette
wheel, that’s been rigged. cheaters.
I am utterly repulsed by this
anomaly, until I look up,
and see its owner.
Who is much worse.

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