I am the Neglected.

With my neck in the collar

and the collar to the leash,

I have nothing to live for,

except eating loose meat.


I once had a mother,

she understood me,

Now I have nothing

I live in my pee.


My "owner" neglected me,

never gave me food,

tied me up to this faucet,

left me to bleed.

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