My Dog Makes You Uncomfortable (A Poem)


I’ve got a question,
a query or three,
my black dog,
the peg legged one,
seems to find,
it’s hard to pee,
on leaves and roads;
It’s because,
she doesn’t know,
if she’s straight or gay,
She’s been stopped,
From squatting inside,
In the room she wants,
To make her poop,
Because people aren’t cool,
Watching a blind,
ambiguous dog,
Neutered by an untrained vet,
with only four pegs legs,
Squatting on the floor,
While you,
Use your toilet.

–Richard Bryant