Dog Dung

There’s more cop beatings

And killings.

It’s in the news every day now.

As if to take away

From all of the other 

Unjust shit

That 

I 

You

Have to deal with

On the daily.

Life has become so difficult.

Maybe it always was.

I’m walking 

In the cold dark rain

With my senior dog

Wondering

How I will take care of him

When the time arises.

When he’s really old.

My insurance won’t cover it.

I have no money.

I lose sleep over 

Thinking about how 

I will take care of even myself.

I bend over with a bag

In the light of my iPhone.

I search in the wet grass

For his stools

And pick his shit up.

Because I know

There are cops 

Out there 

That will shoot first

If you don’t 

Pick up your dog’s

Doo-doo.