Lola Peters

Barbie Dogs

I am a dog with no master


Proud and hungry

Go where I want

Envied by shampooed, collared pedigrees

Watching me lick my wounds

Through the plate glass of their cosseted lairs

Vicariously reliving my pain

From their blankets in front of the living room fireplace

Knowing only what they're told to know

Turning tricks for kibbles and bits.

Unaware of the strength in their own jaws

Or the hidden speed of their haunches.

While I roam the world at my own pace