Give the Dog a Bone

I say give the dog a boner.
Whichever dirty option your dirty mind would like to entertain-
Give it something to chew on.

Nostalgia hides bookmark moments like these that paid a random visit, just today-
It dropped by without any pretense, like someone announcing how your
Dog took a dump on their lawn.
Replayed moments leave a bad taste in your mouth, especially
When it underscores all the things that you hate feeling
About yourself. Like that time when you were left out on a seemingly
Intellectual conversation, or when you felt like a fly, swat, suddenly cut out.
When you were left out on the street walking, or left to write on your pad
Because they were too busy masturbating their intellect.
The most hurtful of all, when you felt like, you lay there open-
But no gaze or touch reassured that one bold move.
So you wonder why, despite all these,
You wag and wait. And play by their rules.

Like a good dog ought to.

Why is it that, you can’t wrap your head on something like,
Maybe I have a point. Maybe I don’t like their single-serving graces,
And perhaps take a stroll and choose another lawn,
To take a dump on.