Watchdog

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Watchdog

Everyday I lose track of time

It somehow manages to break free of it leash

Then it runs around all over the house and now I’ve got to chase it.

Under the couch and in the kitchen where it often ends up in the sink

I have no choice but to wash it clean and all the dishes along with it

Sometimes it goes in the baby’s room and I put away all the clothes so it has no chance to get to them

On good days it just lays in bed with me

I pet it and tell it its a good boy

It pants and ticks and falls asleep

Next thing you know I’m springing out of bed and sprinting to the door

Late again

I don’t understand how others have it under such great control

Some of them smart enough to strap it around their wrist

Others tuck in down into their pockets

A few even have it tacked up to the wall but I think that’s just cruel

I keep thinking maybe I should just move

to somewhere where the neighbors don't mind the noise of it running around after midnight

A place where it can run free in a large open field eating dandelions and pooping by the fence posts

but no one would care

To a place where the sun has the final say but even then our eyes are the judge of that and the stars...

The stars are the only thing trending while I tweet a soft melody and plant my face in a book

because believe it or not

this is still my space

But today

He knows I need to leave

But I am tortured by these glowing digital cages

One sits in my lap the other in my palm and one lords above us all at the head of the room

We worship it

We are its slave

Yes master, I chant

Trying to break away

He pulls at my leg and I manage only to button my pants

There are two other bodies left to clothe though

and a lunch to prepare

and a gas tank to fill

He knows he can’t do it all

He barks loudly

I hit him in his face

Yell at him

Tell him to shut up

Enter the digital cage once more

This time searching for Scandal

I find it and its intoxicating

He growls at me

Buzzes and beeps like I’ve forgotten to feed him or something

and so what maybe I didn’t

But the images on the screen are so delectable

I don’t think I’ll ever get full

The children are now restless

I tell them to go play but they want to play with me but we have to go and now no one is ready and I’m twenty minutes late

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Everything halts

Nothing even breathes

The wind doesn’t even blow

I gather my thoughts

Collect my composure

Zip on my coat

Tie up my shoes

And crunch through the snow

Its time to go

I pet him

Flash him a smile

Turn the key in the ignition of my car five minutes late

and I tell him

Good boy

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