I throw plastic chew toys down at him as he crawls across the floor
he is a handsome, young adult man –
Shirtless, jeans uncomfortably tight – he looks up at me with his puppy-dog eyes
… this is how I prefer him
he can ride in the backseat of my Bentley
he just can’t touch anything – if he does, I’ll bind his hands with rope
My Bentley is golden
I’ll untie his hands only so he can fetch his leash
It’s time for us to go out for a walk on the town
I tell him to bark, and he does – because he’s a good boy
And by barking I know he is thankful -
“See”, I tell him – “here are all of our friends – they’re happy to see us”
We walk in the door of the club and the confetti falls colorfully from the ceiling -
he’ll drink out of a bowl on the nightclub’s wooden floor
…soon we will be dancing – soon - after I give him his cocaine
Our friends laugh at all of my jokes – they all think I’m over-the-top and hilarious
he looks handsome on a leash with puppy-dog eyes looking up at me…
“Come – come – dance with me and our friends”, I say
“Rise – rise from all-fours – and dance – dance, I say!”
“Because you’re a good boy – you can have some more cocaine”, I tell him -
…the cocaine is kicking in and we’re all elegantly wasted
Seemingly out of nowhere he begins to bark
“Good boy” I say, as I place my hand within his
During the early morning hours, the chauffeur brings the glorious Bentley to the front of the club –
We do just one more line to say goodbye
The chauffeur has arrived…
It’s playtime once again in his playroom
I, again, throw down the toys he is to play with
he’s handsome and young, and so very attentive -
perhaps I’ll keep him for a little longer
I am sugar and I am coins made of fine metal
The crowd wants to sit on my designer couch in my enormous living room
They sit in their homes and wait for my invitation to arrive –
Then – for the invited exclusive few - the music will play in our ears -
A symphonic harmony to a disco beat
We’ll snort lines of cocaine from my bathroom’s golden counter
While he plays in his playroom with his chew toys -
“You handsome little doggie”, I say as I peer down at him while he plays in his little playroom
“You can have some cocaine – you’ve been a good boy”, I say
We breathe in the night as if it were off a mirror on the golden table
he’s handsome and so very young
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Maybe I’ll bark too, so I can sound like you
I’ll chew on rubber toys, here for all of the small boys
I’ll crawl on the ground and, without permission, won’t make a sound
Together we’ll play and snuggle close, perhaps I’m being verbose
You’d be like me and sit on the golden chair
You might no longer see me or pretend I’m not there
We’ll roll around together, playing like little doggies
And be so tongue-tied, we’ll no longer be able to rhyme
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But, this is how I prefer him…
Him on all fours
I creep up behind him and he’ll hear me roar
he is my little chew toy lean and young
I speak to him as if he’d understand my mother tongue
The chauffeur brings the Bentley around once again
We’ll soar off into the air like a cocaine airplane
We’ll be so high, we won’t remember how to rhyme
“Bark, little doggie –
yes, you can have some cocaine -
I said bark! I said bark, bark little doggie!”
…This is how I prefer him
