Animals, I am No B***h.

I know the snort

of a sweaty pig

the scent of a

whiny wet dog

the feel

of an a*s in heat.

 

I've lead the sheep,

herded them into fences.

But I'm done with my games,

I've moved on from that dream.

 

I want to know

a man's comforting hand,

the gaze of thoughtful thinking

a lover has for his partner

the gentle motion of a nightfilled passion.

 

I've moved on and

I'm ready for anything an animal can't give.

Reviews

[Xanthous Crow]

Somber and thoughtful. I love the comparisons to the animals in the first part of the poem. The wishes you express in the latter half of the poem are worthy wishes, indeed. But we're all animals at heart, one way or another! Excellent read.