Imagined chains to a bench all day
on avery short chain that gets in the way
no where to hide from the sun no shade
just left here to fry
its where I’ve laid
for hours on end
nothing to do
but think of the troll
which could be you
if you have the lock
and you have the key
and you tell the world
that your dog is me
where do you go
why leave me here
no water to drink its very clear
you have no heart
you cannot feel
because if you could
you would know for real
the chain cut into my neck and I
choke on it sometimes
which is now why
someone has got to
tell tales and say
this boy needs a new home
come what may
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.