In a fit of frustration
I asked him
"Why do you even talk to me?"
And he replied
"It's company".
I wanted to throttle him-
I wanted to throw a water glass
Against the wall and scream,
"WELL SO ARE DOGS AND PROSTITUTES!!!".
I suppose
That in a way
I am a little of both.
I come back,
Loyal despite circumstances-
Doing tricks,
Jumping through hoops
For a few moments of
His attention-
Doing anything to
Recieve the pay-off
Of his praise.
Though in the end
I suspect I am an easier
Keep than either.
All I can say,
And feel justified in saying is
"Whatever".