She's Fixed; He Isn't

She’s fixed; he isn’t.
He swags around and sniffs her tail.
She trots straight on, her sail
Full blown and unaffected by his winds.

She’s fixed; he isn’t.
She has no urge, no drive, no need
To welcome his passion, or love, or breed.
She has business sense.

She’s fixed; he isn’t.
She is grown chunky, mellow, and lazy,
And he and his testacles drive her plum crazy,

Cuz,
She’s fixed, and he isn’t.

To say that they torture each other is true,
And maybe he would chill out a bit, if he knew,
That she’s fixed, and he isn’t.

Maybe it’s NOT good to be unequally yoked,
So I hope you’ll forgive my friendly poke
At what life is like when the dawg house joke is:
She’s fixed, and he isn’t.

-jenn long