In the backyard thinkin still thoughts that race.
Barkin from time to time showing teeth.
A danger to strangers in my zones creep.
Confined to the mud after the rains down fall.
Gettin clumped n stuck in my paws.
Protection from this world I defend my home.
Within a cubicle designed behind the fences roam.
Wantin to get out of the cell in which I dwell.
Life has become a repeated pattern n I wanna kill.
Angered by the teasing n taunting of stupidity.
Jus give me more reason n my opportunity.
Wanting to run as wild as the tongue that drapes.
Imprisoned by breed of my nature that is my fate.
Defenseless to my surroundings choked by the collar.
To tight to spring to freedoms that hollers.
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