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August 11, 2015
He had a troubled mind.
It was a vicious pet
with little spidery eyeballs
and visions it would not forget.

It leaned away and pulled hard
growling at strangers on the street,
an unrepentant crotch sniffer
who chewed on its leash.

It was born too late of
a troublesome litter.
refused to be housebroken and
woke up nights whimpering
about places it had been
and the ones it has left squished
in the fists of avaricious men.

And one morning
was found lying on its side
falling asleep, perhaps
drooling with rolling eyes
feet pawing and
churning the empty air.