Captain’s own story

I’m Captain
well that’s what they’ve
called me
I lived with this bloke
who was mad
he’d run about shouting
expletives
for clearly he thought
that I had
taken too much
of his leisure
he was always
cursing at me
chucking house bricks
out the window
with his boot
in my face constantly

look at my eye
its been cut several times
despite being friendly, I get
everything thrown at me
when he gets drunk
and that’s why he’s always
in debt
the other day, he was so awful
he threw a hot teapot at me
he got me by the neck
pushed me into his car
drove me down to the dump
rapidly
he had this old blanket
he wrapped me in and
chucked me yea up in the air
I came down among all
those vile plastic bags
Kitislano the place
I did share

the sun, it was hot
I was feeling forlorn
no water no nothing to drink
I felt this bad pain
in the side of my body
and both of my eyes
they did blink
loads of small maggots
all over the place
and a dead rat
was close to where, I
had landed,
it was, it was horrible there
and I guessed
he was hoping I’d die

I recalled I was trained
by the SPCA
I was to tackle
those who
transgressed
stop them and catch them in some way
actually I had felt blessed
but they said, I was just too friendly
so one dark and horrible day
I ended up, with my master
an excitable sod anyway
who drank lots and smoked lots
and swore lots
and thought of himself
as some God
as Gods gift he said to all women
they found him so charming
he said
how many would find him as charming?
treating me like this
my head

was burning
my body was shaking
and into what was a grand place
with, silk lined, kennels
all white and majestic
and plenty of real honest grace
clearly with angels now flying about
I was dead, it just had to be so
and what will become of that brute of man
who beat me and forced me to go
I just hope he gets his come
up pence
and they put that sad bastard away
for leaving me in the sick dumpster
I just really hope he does pay