Training the dog, ridding it of fleas
The beast is unhinged he bites me
He bites my leg and bites my hand
He never once heeds my command
Agitated, he will never be calm
Inside that small heart never tame
Only when I saw it´s deep hidden pain
Could I extract the wrath
It´s posture went from desperate anger
To tranquil angles concealed fangs
I am no magician in certain dog speak
Like a stray made my way on nameless streets
Knowing cruelty, kindness and common falsity
looking to my own senses for dependability
Finding hidden places to lick my wounds
Lamenting by moonlight, howling no sound
I was that unwanted hound
Pure isolation inside the pitch dark
Until I found my fierce inner bark
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