They’re doing it again.
Throwing sticks.
Man, they think I’m
Super-thick.
Tossing here and
Chucking there,
Does it look as if
I care?
Lobbing balls
Across the park,
Watching how the
Others bark
And run so fast
They almost snap
Their little legs
And crack their backs.
Pelting through
The muddy grass,
“Look at me,” they shriek,
“I'm fast!”
They’re laughing at you,
Can’t you see?
They think you’re stupid,
Not like me.
I never fall for
Childish games,
And if you do,
Well, I think you’re lame.
Those patronising games
Of fetch;
Jesus wept,
They make me retch.
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