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Yes, Master
I looked beyond the chain link fence
That trapped me inside this wretched place, a prison in my eyes.
I could see into my master’s soul, which was so very intense.
All I saw inside of him was evil, spite, and lies.
Cowering behind the bed, I thought I would be dead.
My ears were filled with yelling, screaming.
Because I could not hold it in, he said
I’d have to pay, for peeing on the carpeting.
You little beast, you stupid mutt,
He growled into my ears.
You did this to yourself, dumb pup, he kicked me in the butt.
I was thrown into the closet where I shed my tears.
For I know what this means, I will be hungry
For what will seem like an eternity.
Pinned between my captor’s legs I was full of fear.
Trust me little guy, this will help you in the pit from nips.
He told me to stop trembling as he gripped my ear.
Forcing me to fight brought a cruel smile to his lips.
I yelped in pain as the cropping continued, I could hear
Death calling me, stepping closer like a gaurdian,
Coming to save me from this misery.
All I remember is feeling pain, then more and more.
I am in the pit again, with no tail or ears left from the war.
I still feel the spot on my neck where master injected the drugs with a roar.
It has made me jerky and so very angry. Am I even me anymore?
One other dog is in the pit across from me I see.
He is growling, baring his fangs, but with eyes as scared as me.
What am I supposed to do, kill my kind, or be killed by the enemy?
The crowd was cheering, waiting for the action to sprout.
I was torn between myself and the monster master put into me.
The monster was clawing at my insides, trying to get out.
It made a threatening growl that I could not keep inside of me.
Who was the real monster in this sad, scary world?
My master, abusing, mistreating, cruel and cold
Was the real monster here in this unforgiving world.
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