She asked to be your dog

Wed, 06/16/2021 - 00:47 -- Jaemak1

Can I be your dog?

Fed a bowl of cigarettes

in the stale morning,

 

bowl of you at night.

I'll wag my tail when you're home,

follow you around.

 

Can I be your dog?

You'd kick me and I'd thank you.

Better than nothing.

 

Your bed is so soft.

I'll sleep at the foot of it,

all alone again.

This poem is about: 
My family
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