Time Bomb
time bomb
I often wonder where dogs go when they die.
Do their barks extend back and beyond heavens sky?
Do their barks remain resonant, even in darkness lie?
Or do they just become abyss?
Do they make up for lost time?
Fetching treats, living being their only crime?
Do they look back on times spent locked in cages?
Do they wonder if their captors keep them enshrined in pages?
What about the dogs who end up feral?
Feral like the men who thirst for more.
Men who are trained to go out and fetch,
Hunting for power—
The ultimate catch.
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Or the pit bull assumed aggressive,
When all he wanted to do was play,
fit in,
run, and
bark in peace.
Like a ticking time bomb—
Told that you need to be wary,
Be careful around the thems,
they want you dearly.
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But there isn’t any dog catching police that can lock away a pit for simply looking,
No laws created to maintain the cages booking.
What about the predatory dogs who lust for skin?
The ones who bark at rejection,
Bite the hand that feeds them,
No place for correction.
When you tell a dog no, they’ll sit and stare in malice,
Almost waiting for the moment to unleash their hidden callous.
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How to train a dog 101:
Tell him no
even when he tries to bite your finger,
Don’t let his disposition get to you,
it’ll only make him meaner,
When he follows you home don’t let him in,
Show him the ultimate punishment is outside in the
den,
Don’t feel empathetic for building up your
walls,
Be prepared to fight,
when the moment calls,
Don’t forget to make noise in case of attack,
Or else you’ll end up dog feed,
no chance of coming back.
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But no other world would like to see you suffer,
more than the systems we uphold,
Truth is:
There’s no dog catching police that can save you from the beast that stalks,
No government to protect you,
No laws that protect against the dogs.
That dog inside every man,
That instinct to
hunt,
Bite,
Bark,
Attack.
I often wonder why they say all dogs go to heaven,
When the ones who bark on two feet,
Are an incident waiting to happen,
A contradiction waiting to be unraveled,
Like a ticking time bomb,
They can’t wait to explode.
I wonder if all men go to heaven?
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