THE DOG'S HONEST TRUTH

 

I don't have a mind that’s capable

of lying, its damaged. The more

I thought, I realised my care-givers

Left me in the chair for over three

Hours, knowing my skin was so thin

my body could only tolerate

two hours.

 

The bedsores broke on my rear end like 

the skin was torn from my flesh but 

I’m now on my side on tramadol again.

I thought I kicked that habit but here 

I am again taking twenty tablets a day 

that’s not including, joy rides.

 

Joy rides what a joke, you cant beat 

the truth but it is surely beating me. 

After over three hours I was in agony.

 

All this for a doctors appointment

I hope it was worth it. Nurses change

my wounds three times a week 

my care come four times a day 

lying on my side in this shell-cell limbo,

my wounds are throbbing.