You Don't Have To Own A Dog

You Don't Have To Own A Dog

You don’t have to own a dog
to know that love is real,
just say you like your weekends whole,
and watch the room begin to squeal.

Admit you prefer to sleep alone,
no fur pressed to your spine,
and suddenly you’re a sociopath
for drawing a clear line.

They’ll quote you rescue origin myths,
like scripture with a tail,
then ask you why you hate pure joy
and want the world to fail.

It’s not that I don’t love a bark
or wagging at the door,
I just prefer friendships
that don’t pee upon the floor.