Backyard dogs

Backyard dogs
We’re on a chain
Wet and cold
Life is in vain
Frozen water
Dried up meat
Nothing left for
Us to eat

We’re wet through
The wicked sods
We’re the guards
Really at odds
With life
Supposed to act up, we
Are prisoners its seems to me

Out in all weathers
And this frost
It hurts
A lot
We are lost
Souls it feels
Supposed to bark
With this covid
Its a lark

Nobody comes
Nobody cares
Backyard dogs
It really scares
The life really now out of me
What you see
Is cruelty
And where is the RSPCA
When you want them

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