Dogfood being served into this familiar dish
I tried to get back to my home so precious
A couple of vogue modish doctors presenior
made jokes as they posed in the mirror
the can of dogfood was half full
Relief soon found for I'm homeward bound
the room felt dirty with fools
trendy doctors brag and ridicule
the bowl was fully disgusting
it was inedible made me feel fussy
They just wanted to season and cure
with contemptuous conjecture
I was looking for myself in them
With the door open like a grin
Such a mess so unhealthy
shouldn't I clean it myself
Open the car door home will be fine
get ready to leave this can of dog food behind
those trendy doctors informing us from their conceited beliefs
About how to be shit do eat to stay seated and even breathe
modish doctors dressing and moving for kingdoms of envy
recreating themselves from popular snippets sending
those distilled 15 minutes of fame from where they began
back from their little calender photoshoot extravaganza
My universe of awkardness chews at the fabric of their reality
crossing the room to expose all their nescient fallacies
Instead of words came barks and yelps
What a pet it seems I can't help it all the same
Just a collar and a half filled bowl to my typical name
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