You with heavy lungs
With your shell shaped tongues

Petty pickers of grills
And crumbs

Your hands are leg bound
A tale of a tame hound

You were born wagging maiden frills
Hankering for the care of fathers
Who cover the lights of other shelters
With their halos of flies

In the wake of neon headlines
And artificial intelligent lies

You are leashed to the dark
There, at shadows you bark
And tip over dustbins
With entitled expectations

Who taught you predictability as a trick
Tying a servitude collar around your ticks
To see your distance
Beyond the scratch of your docking phase/faze

Trapped in your deworming days/daze
A nightmare
From which you whimper awake/away

Do you recall the tails/tales of your dreams
Do you ever wonder after their seems/seams

After the quest that calls you whole/home
For being domesticatable by to a pole

Why then the kernel/kennel despair
Could there more to your breath
Than just upheaval loaded froth
With silent moments of dead air