Sunday, September 19, 2010

Doggy Bag

you could smile and tell me that 
I'm important to you
but I know I shouldn't force it out.

So I'll wait.  
You've trained me well, you know.

Open the door and you’ll find me,
the doormat, and
the news in my mouth
as I gaze up at you wondering,
will it be you and me
together
or
will it be just another phase?

It’s your call, master.
But don’t forget that this servant
has a life of his own.

I don't want to be anyone’s leftovers.

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