MAGGIE'S DOGITUDE

by
Randy LOFFICIER



PETOPOLY

With barely disguised
Disdain
I allow you to feed me your leftovers

I lie here on the cold, hard floor
Watching as you gorge on
Sumptuous meats
While I eat indistinguishable morsels
From metallic, clanging bowls.

You proclaim your love
Yet why am I not served with
Gold and fine linen,
The Princess of your heart?


© 2004 Randy Lofficier.