Is your wet lick a kiss of love?
You come when I don’t call you.
Jump into my lap when I’m trying to read.
You plant yourself where I stumble over you.
You sniff me in all the wrong places.
You want to be stroked when I am busy at something else.
You gobble my dinner scraps and beg for more.
Regurgitate morsels on my clean carpet.
Leash in mouth you insist on taking me for a walk,
tug me from this well-known hydrant to that familiar tree.
Who’s being domesticated, you or me?
Who’s whose pet?
You hound me when I want to be alone, tell me I’m not lonely.
Perhaps I need a bona fide mutt,
more pastimes with flesh and blood friends...
*Dedicated to those internet engines, pet parasites that try to sell me what I've already bought, that propose to read my desires and reinforce them.