the stray dog i picked up didn't wanna be picked up

in all actuality

I chased the dog down

haggard and drunk as he was

he was the very cutest

full of leftovers

and smelling like trash

i thought if i washed him he would be a good new pet

but he didn't want bath

nor did he wish to be clean

he had become content roaming from place to place

not remembering many

sleeping with the foulest bitches

pissing on well manicured lawns

and piling shit in other peoples bushes

but he was the cutest dog

i fed the dog the sweetest treats

and everyday he bit me

harder

and harder

until I bled

i fed the dog the thickest meats

and everyday he bit me

harder

and harder

until I bled

and still bleeding from his bite

i write

and wonder………..  did i pick the wrong food?