As of the latest unpleasantness, I have nothing to say

I’ve done what I’ve always done

Either fight or run away

It’s always black or white, never gray

If you want to discuss some philosophy of value, then come…let us play

But don’t waste your time…or mine

We’ve too much to do this day

A bridge to cross; a bridge to burn

I stepped onto the sidewalk and was startled—

Yip-Yap! Yip Yap!

It was the bark of a

rat-dog leashed to a tree

Laughing out loud

“What the hell is that?

It’s not a real dog you see

Not like a hound or retriever

But a genetic mistake from some

mad scientist breeder

With practical knowledge

of how to cross dog with rat

Can it track? No…

Can it retrieve? No…

Can it be a pet in the family sense? Maybe, but not recommended...

Then what is the breed bred to be?

It’s bred for afternoon tea

to sit in handbags of stylish women

Who like a dog bred

with short-man’s disease