102 - April 11 2024 - doghouses upon doghouses

doghouses upon doghouses, here I sit
collared up for my uncontrollable bark:
a menace who’s careless where he leaves his shit,
cavalier in my coursing around the park.

back on the leash, I imagine myself plain
my wants no more than a bone on which to gnaw
I feel I’m compliant, and easy to train
craving just a warm lap for my chin and paw

but this is an artifice, I acquiesce
to manifest time off for seeming contrite
and subject my mistress’s will to the test,
ere the gate swings loose and I run free and bite