Life Threw a Pitbulls Eyes by:John Yurgealitis Jr

Life Threw a Pitbulls Eyes by:John Yurgealitis Jr

A Poem by AngelAfterlife

You breed me to be strong,
Now you think you were wrong.
I am man's best friend,
Now you want me to meet my end.
I live to protect the ones that I love,
I'm the best of my breed a step above.
I'm as good as you raise me to be,
I was not born evil can't you see.
I come in different shapes, sizes, and colors,
I'm here to serve my master just like all the others.
My master loves me as if one of their own,
When I walk by there side or fetch a bone.
Here is a little history about my kind,
Always keep these facts in the back of your mind.
I lived in the white house with a President named Teddy,
During the 1st World War, I was an American symbol can’t you see.
Sgt. Stubby was the most decorated war dog and this is no lie.
I even lived with the little Rascles once upon a time,
I’ve lived with the brightest man ever known,
Thomas Edison he created the light bulb,
Now that I’ve given you some history about my kind,
Let me get back to what’s been on my mind.
I feel for people, who have been attacked,
But you can't put all the blame on my back.
For I'm a creature put on God's great earth,
No knowledge of love or hate before my birth.
Why do you blame us all for a few bad ones?
Do you hate your children because of a few bad sons?
One day I hope you’ll realize,
For it’s you that has hate in your eyes.
It’s not up to you to wipe out a breed,
For only God has the power to do that deed.
So just remember as I run along,
It’s not my breed, but your perception that’s all wrong.

© 2011 AngelAfterlife


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A wonderful write and truth has been penned here. It is up to us to raise this breed up correctly.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is the true story, especially in my neighborhood. The breed is genuinely gentle and manicans make them into blood-blinded cage fighters. You have your historical allusions and a choppy rhyme scheme which I usually am not afan of but has a nice flow here that makes it unpredictable.
When i see these fucktarded morons slither down the street, pit in tow, carrying a metal pipe for when the dog gets out of hand I want to run the f****r over and give that rough little quarduped a hug and a milk bone.

nicely done

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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AngelAfterlife
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