My Dog Is Going Insane
(A Poem Not Actually About My Dog)
                              My dog is going insane 
for I can't complain 
Sometimes I feel the same 
I hit my ankle off the bench yesterday, I bet he did the same 
I'm seeing things 
I wonder if that's how my dog see's us 
For he hit his ankle and didn't say a thing 
For things don't bother my dog 
So why do they bother me
Because when I, declare myself insane, and that one heavily time I hit my ankle I could only mutter some words and dribble 
Why do we dribble 
I thought dribbling was for sports 
I mean hey, I'm not a genius to know you need a jersey to label your personality 
Sometimes I feel like my dog going insane 
Sometimes I feel like he watches me to seep inside of me to watch me to see me to hurt me to chase me 
I think my dog is going insane
And yes, that might mean I am 
August 1st, 2016 
                                      
                                          
                                   
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
 
                                               
                                                  