The Leashed

The pet is again beaten It is mistreated and hurt, But, from its owner, it's master It does not ever desert. It is kicked and it is cursed And it is pushed about and also hit But, it always stands at the side Of the owner, the abuser of it. It is not petted and is seldomly praised As all dogs and cats most oftently are, But, it will be loyal and obedient to its master Be, the master near or far. It will always love and listen to its master At its master's enemies she will always growl, She truly needs her master When she's lonely, for her master she will seemingly howl. She kisses her master's wounds She feels only joy and no regret, And she does it without questioning commands She is treated and thought of as only his pet. When a dog is yelled at and scolded A person would feel like they're in hell, Though the dog will still love and want its master And they both happily bounce about wagging their tail. Whatever the master ever wants Whatever the master needs or does say, The pet will always happily accept it Unto their master they will always obediently obey. They will sit and beg when they are told They will be told what to have and what to seek, Commands and needs are their only rules They will even be told when they can speak. The master sleeps in the bed The woman sleeps curled up like a whore, While the master has dreams and wishes The woman has none anymore. No matter the hurt or the whines No matter the suffering or any disaster, Even when a dog is unloved and unwanted It will always unselfishly return and love its master. A pet is seen as property and a servant As it is there seemingly to only beg and please, She does as she is taught and commanded As again and again she implores on her two knees. Randy L. McClave