I Love Real Dogs by Abhishek Raol

I love Real Dogs by Abhishek Raol

Dogs playing poker, that is so stupid

Last time I checked dogs cannot play poker

In fact they have paws that can barely hold

Or fold, or draw, blind, check, deal, or steal

Yet some attention whore of an artists

Who knew some poodle, adoring, pansies

Would “Aw” and sob over the cuteness that

Isn’t even there, it’s just fake dogs with trimmed hair

And Drinking their drinks and smoking their smoke

Even though a dog old enough to drink

Would be a silent dog left with his bones

Now you dumb dog lovers will gasp and grunt

At that, Claiming that I’m insensitive

But if you sir are oblivious enough

To let your lab with liquor, loot and leaf

Then you are the lad who lacks any sense

Then again this portrait doesn’t make sense

The two pugs cheating under the table

Well Pugs are ugly so that makes sense, But

In the center, the dog under the light

Looking at his gaze, I cannot tell if

He’s a cheat, honest fella, or just blazed

The darkest dog of them all seems content

With his pipe and glass, so I’ll let him pass

As a loyal lab, but the one far left

That’s a dog I know damn well I can trust

Legs crossed, leaning back, ears down and relaxed

His old face, soft colors and furry arms

That one looks like a real dog, loyal one

Man’s best friends kind of dog, A dog I want

I would name him wise bear