Participating in the weekly poetry club meeting
at the Freewritehouse
Original and Real Theme
Antipoem: A dog in my bubble
He broke into the house, like a burglar running to the police.
He was a puppy.
In his look there was something that said "help me bro"
I said, why not, today for you, tomorrow for me.
Why did he choose me? I didn't ask him.
Maybe his mother didn't even want him, or he just wanted to see the world.
when you're young, you're gullible regardless of your species.
Like those boys with cardboard shields.
Anyway, he's already part of my pack,
you can be happy, even if you have to jump in urine and feces.
That's life, indoors.
But there's reality. "By the way, I'm not talking about dogs."
There's a fine, well-behaved dog who knows where to put his filth.
How do you zap this one, you son of a bitch?
At least I have my bubble with ultra-smoked glass.
Would you believe me if I told you this was inspired by a cute little dog?
His name is Lucky. Don't let that little face fool you.
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