I’m outside now, and it feels like forever.
My owner left me here, no concern for the weather.
I yell, I scream, and act all cute, hmm what’s this here, it looks like my poop!
What was I doing, before this all started, oh yea my owner,
he must be retarded.
I’m such a good dog, and I mind all my manners, I chew up the cords, and eat off the counters.
I’m like his garbage disposal, just look at these flowers.
I dug them all up, and tore them to pieces.
I hope he comes back, and takes me inside.
It’s cold, and its wet, and there no place that’s dry.
I found his car keys, and did him a favor.
I buried them for safe keeping,
You could say I’m a life saver.
Now where did I put them?
Huh? What’s that there?
Oh look, there’s more dog poop!
I’ll roll on it, and get it in my hair.
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My name is Brandon Fite and I am 25. I submitted this poem for fun. I own and manage The Outer Rim Bicycle Shop. I pretty much love bikes.
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