Published on April 6, 2006 By Death_By_Beebles In Poetry
Dedicated to Ms 5UP, the frustrator of dreams and the
stealer of souls. I'm glad I never got wrapped up
in your twisted form of justice.


The idea was for me
to walk with you backwards
I had no desire, no will
and you scolded and begged
talking like I was and had
always been
a puppy on a string.

People, you say
how foolish, how ridiculous
if everything was my way
everything would be
perfect
to which I reply
How can you come to know me,
my greatest fears, my hopes
and dreams
when you can't understand yourself,
and why should I listen to you?

So when puppy says no
he means no,
and wants you to know,
he's never been a puppy.



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