How regal, how royal,

Like a noble hound thou art,

Who stands at point,

And picks one foot up snootily

Off the ground before 

He sticks his nose where it 

Doesn’t belong and sniffs.

Get a whiff, you parvenu!

When the rooster benedicts,

Crows his good wishes

So early in the morning,

And so loudly,

Is it verily a blessing?

Is it love you have for me

Or an obsession,

A ritual you must go through?

A funeral you must attend?

A penchant for emotional intoxication?

A leg up on the need to recreate 

The sick stomachache of abandonment you crave?

I’m not going to feed you, anymore,

So go and howl at someone else’s door.

You parvenu!

You hound dog you!

-jenn