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Poetry

This is a book of short poems that I occasionally write. They don't really have a specific type, just random emotions that I feel are portrayed here.

My father thinks I'm a dog

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by TycheArtemis

by TycheArtemis

My dad thinks I'm a dog

Or more, I ought to be one

I see him smiling with all his teeth as the dog wags his tail to greet him

I see him smiling with all his teeth as I watch him bid goodbye to the dog laying on the carpet

But as my dad catches a glimpse of me

His teeth are suddenly gone

And a familiar scowl is present

And I watch as he wishes that I too had a pair of long ears, and a wagging tail

And he wishes I still wag my tail after everytime he has raised his hand on me

I see the dog still wagging his tail even after his master has raised a hand on him

Maybe I ought to be a dog

But I call him "dad"

And maybe I used to call him dad

And maybe a "dad" and a "father" are very different

My father thinks I'm a dog

And I'll never be one