A letter to the man who walks his dog

To the man who walks his dog:

Excuse me sir,

I was simply wondering

Why do you do that?

Why do you walk your dog

every

single

day?

And why more than once?

Do you not have a yard?

No street?

Why here?

You must have a very active dog

on your hands.

Why do you take the strangest routes,

and find the prettiest girls possible

to pet your dog?

It is quite pleasant

that you found a dog as eager as you

to meet 

pretty girls.

But why sir,

do you speak to yourself

-or I'm sorry-

your dog?

Does he talk back to you?

Why do you speak

in such foul tounge

-to your dog

that is-?

And the girls you lure in,

how do you know your dog

won't bite them?

Hope for the best?

Aren't you scared to hurt those poor girls?

Stranger, why do you do this?

These girls do not understand.

This is where we live

not you.

You know that.

I know that.

They don't.

Sincerely,

A concerned citizen.

Author's Note

ignore grammar