dogs

we are all like those dogs people keep as pets that always try to run away as
young pups but then as they get older they become scared of the outside we have
become so accustomed to our mental imprisonment that we prefer it to freedom the
door could be left wide open and these dogs wouldn't take ten steps outside the
door for us too is left wide open yet we refuse to leave after all our master
gives us so many treats and we barely know how to exist out of doors anymore
much like dogs trapped in the limited square footing of an apartment or house we
spend our free time fighting (sometimes play others not) with the other dogs on
account of the lack of space for other activity if it gets too rough our masters
break it up of course but we fight nonetheless forever always the same fights
and always the same fights
"maybe it isn't the best way to live but it's the only one I know so throw me a
goddamn bone and let me fight in peace"