ODD

Who's fault is that?

As a kid I felt alone,

Surrounded by dogs so I stood tall,

Because dogs are told to speak they barked, 

And when they’re told to dance they jumped,

Dogs don’t question what they’re told,

And if they do they don’t grow old,

Dogs are creatures turned to tools,

And tools have uses they have rules,

Now adult I stand on fours,

As tools have grown and now stand tall.

It's just a part of life

Nature is violent,

But beauty lies here too,

Not everything that’s violent is void of me & you.