IT’S A DOG’S WORLD
by John Grey
Why shouldn’t I jump from the roof?
coffee spills, bills, talk radio, canned food, clichés.
As for the last of these,
I’m always either dog-tired or sick as a dog.
Not forgetting the dog-eat-dog world
and the sleeping dogs within me
that I tease too much,
and have no one else to blame
when they snarl and bite.
As Hank Williams once sang,
“I’m in the dog-house now.”
And yes, my face never varies from
“you look like somebody just shot your dog.”
Forget the coffee spills, the bills, the talk radio, the canned food
I’m a trembling mess of canine clichés.
So why shouldn’t I jump from the roof?
Ok, so it makes more sense to chase my tail.
Or sniff somebody’s butt.
Or drink out of the toilet
Or tree squirrels. Or bark at strangers.
But I’ve done all that. None of it helps.
Besides, it’s a very low roof on a very low one story home.
I can easily land on all fours.
It’s just a show after all.
And if that’s what the pretty bitch next door wants…