Stupid Old Hound.

I'm used to it by now,
Sitting on this dirty old ground,
My stomach growls, they go another day forgetting my dog chow,
No surprise, after all, I'm just a stupid old hound.

I pull and I tug, but try as I might, the chain around my neck does not budge,
I fall to the ground in defeat and glare at my own personal hell,
It symbols the loss of my freedom, and so I will forever hold a grudge,
For I am imprisoned in its gloomy spell.

The sun is blazing high in the sky,
No shade to retreat to, I lay down in misery and wait for the night, when the heat is no more,
The cold air surrounds me, I shiver and I shudder, and I ask why,
Why don't they love me anymore?

I did not do anything wrong,
Unless love is a crime,
I don't understand, why don't I belong?
Am I a bad dog all the time?

My lonely cries fill the silent night air,
Yet they go unheard, therefor, to this yard I am bound.
Nobody cares I think in despair.
No surprise, after all, I'm just a stupid old hound.

There are different forms of abuse...
Neglect is one of them.

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