• they stop and stare,
    wondering if i will win.
    the shackle around my neck
    seems to grow tighter
    under their awestruck gaze.
    the guard escorting me
    cracks a whip against my back,
    forcing me to howl out in pain.
    the crowd around me shifts,
    scared by my fearsome growl.
    a guard kicks me into the cage,
    as another dog is thrown in.
    sometimes, i almost want the other dog to win.
    just so that i dont have to do this any more.
    but i always win.
    thats why im here.
    please help me.