#23 Mood Poem

A slobbery tongue licking my legs like theyre salty fries,

"who do you think you are dude?"

a poor puppy so skinny for his size,

looking up at me with his begging eyes.

My wonderful day was suddenly blued.

I pick him up quick so he knows im one of the good guys.

he tells me hes sorry for the countless shoes he chewed

and he wonders why his owner only fed him lies

all he wants is some love and some food.