The Dog and I

The only thing suicidal here

Is the dog

It runs back to beatings

Which consist of whips, chains, swords

The dog is set free

But it runs back to me

I beat it some more

It comes back for some more

While the dog was away

I played games with all types of dogs

I feed them

Nurtured them

They bit me

And when the dog came back again

I learned that I wasn’t the master

The master was dog

P.S. the dog was I

Simply going along

Reaching for another

Horn to play

Another life to jam

Another child to claim

I was the suicidal dog