Dog

They treat me like dog.
I see it.
I see it in eyes and lips and body.
They think with little looks and giggles
that I do not see them,
but it make not one of different color.

It treat me like dog,
the world,
but who said a dog did not live a better life.
Who said dog not find wife
Find joy
Find love

For in dogged brain of me
Fishies swim in open stream
Golden Stream, of mercury
While gold and mercury not similar in feel
Dog brain make it real.
That worth a bottlecap of drink
No? It worth something, I think.