Street Dog


Yesterday, I was a street dog,

Roaming around was the best thing I ever knew…

As a pisher,I didn’t have much to say,

People kicked me tight and the experience was not new…

 

I didn’t have a coat of mine,

So I borrowed it from the rich…

But sooner I realized that it doesn’t makes a difference,

Even a czar at end is a lich…

 

At the end of every corners,

I did what I am best at, I pissed…

People call it discourteous,

But unlikely, it was emotions I never missed…

 

Even after so many transformations,

I am still a street dog…

Not a sophist so I can’t think,

But at least I deliver what I have…

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