Attempting to keep my canine compadre at least
in th’ scene meant feeding him a bit of cheese; if
he’d seen it as rationally meaningful we’d’ve met
their test which said we were simpatico, but no -
His’s a different view where provender & provider
eschew his rules or go to Hell: whew, I say - well,
if their rules are like that, so what do we do for a
pair of old buddies who’ve become estranged ..
Y’ just don’t get it, he explains, when its we then
its my way; - oddly that sounds like me talking of
rules needed t’ keep the status quo safe from th’
redefinition of whose personality’s at stake - and
its true mate, get used to being way-past use-by
date and into a contingency of depthless dotage
You’re the flea in bed-clothes of today … and so
we see there is a fair similarity in who resembles
who the closest; here’s a bit more cheese, I say
© 17 January 2018, I. D. Carswell
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