Here, I take my little dog for a walk,
and I will show it what can be done.
It has a nice collar on its neck
and a lovely muzzle arround its face.
I hold the chain with a hand,
and the whip with the other.
I taught it how to walk on all four,
bend, obey and fear me.
My animal never runs away,
it always comes back.
All the time, I see angst in its eyes,
tears and sometimes blood vessels.
I do not care how ugly it is,
because I never worried about the face,
it is about how much I enjoy my time.
But sometimes my dog takes me for a walk in the passengerway.
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The shark
PoetryThe shark does have tears running on his face, but he lives in the water so you don't see them and so comes the oceans to be salty.
