No Love Lost

I hold no hatred But sing no songs For the progeny Of wolves That lap and drool In droves and dens Upon the lonely Legions of lovers Of domestic beasts.

I see how humankind Has lost its mind With its senseless, Vain subservience To hair-bound, soft-eyed, Sycophantic quadrupeds.

Their human minions Meet their defecator demands, Plan around their hirsute masters’ schedule, Examine their stools to divine The proper diet or the proper vet.

It is their choice, So be it. They do it if they can, And millions can.

I live a bark-free, Hair-free, Unleashed Life.

I am a solitary creature Who creeps quietly Around the howling hordes.

– Americans spend $40 million a year on pet food and house 78 million dogs.