Wishing I Were a Dog

I wish I were you dog,
lying down on my side in a slumped
demeanor
scratching myself and licking myself-
peeing on peoples’ shoes
pooping under peoples’ shoes
still being loved all the same
I wish I didn’t shower but still smelt right
I wish I didn’t have to brush my teeth either,
dog
do you like the taste of balls?
or the chase?
dog
is the bone tasty and satisfying?
or just tasty and bottomless?
like my high school diploma…
how come everyone loves you
and your mistakes are accepted?
are they even mistakes?
I would like to stick my tongue out kindly,
slobbering all over myself and into my nose-
laughing at orders without others knowing-
how come you sniff butts to say hello?
I don’t want to sniff butts,
but I am tired of hellos…



by the way, it is too bad you can't position out things on this blog, because this poem is supposed to be sorted...anywho, here it is