Resistant

“You talk about how you wish to be taken apart by me

Soft hands turn skin red and pant you beautiful hughes of blues

To make you mine and do as I wish You communicate it as unaware of what power you hold over my hands and teeth To bite you would make me but a dog

Untrained

Broken and in need of restraint

Did you mother not teach you not to feed strays as they will come back expecting more

You give me access to flesh like I am not starved of it

But like most mutts I don’t know when to stop eating and wanting

To make me so used to kindness is a horrible trick to play

Because like any street dog I will make you but a guarded resource

Feed me

Do not make me beg

Feed me

I keep coming back

Feed me

I’m a disease ritten mutt

Feed me

Muzzle me and try as you will I am not fit for the house

But still like any dog

You are still in control”

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