Dog

I’m the dog

Sharp of tooth and tongue

That bits every hand

And snarls at all

That walk by it

I’m the dog

With deep and long lungs

That howls at night

For a pull in their chest

That they can’t name

I’m the dog

That doesn’t know

How to belong

And is always sitting

In the corner, alone

I’m the dog

The vicious dog

The loud dog

The lonely dog

The scared dog

The weeping dog

The dog

That dog

Sitting in your corner

Always staring at you

Waiting

For you to give in

So it can eat you

Whole