Growl at me again and I will feed you,
I feel the pain as you do,
but first I will have my joint and smoke,
then treat your growl like a joke.
I'll ignore you until I'm low again,
then listen and feel the pain like I can.
Days do go by without a morsel to eat,
I know I can see the food from my seat.
It's just that the joint takes my mind,
tells me to the hunger I'm blind.
Smokes, joints, and coffee drank,
to the heights my mind goes blank,
but don't you worry growl I'll feed,
I am just the Human breed.
Forgetful at my aged now height,
I'll order something later tonight.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As I sit and smoke my joint, I never forget to feed the dog.
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Comments4
I am glad you fed your dog. Nicely done. Your poem addresses themes of addiction, neglect, and the human condition, showcasing the internal conflict between physical needs and the desire for temporary escape through substances like marijuana and coffee.
Hunger strikes and the body speaks. Well done
There’s no way this account isn’t ran by a DOG
thank you that made me laugh.
Excellent work.
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