How the World Should Work

My Dog

I wonder if my dog

Knows he’s a dog

Or if his cute little brain

Is clouded in smog

And instead he assumes

He’s a human like me

With thumbs all opposable

And not paws as his feet

I wonder if he thinks

That I’m his pet to keep

Keeping my water bowl full

Allows me on HIS bed to sleep

Whatever he thinks

It’s funny and sweet

So come on, my dog

Let’s get you a treat