Pit Bulls and beastiality demands

This is probably  the hardest poem

I have ever had to write

only because in many ways

what it does invite

a thinking of the unimaginable

and what makes men appear

to want to have sex with a hound

and all that perverse fear

are they denied the human form?

are they frustrated souls?

or do they see the Pit Bull

as a means to and end

that controls

the fighting spirit they possess

is it similar in a way

to a man raping a women

and then making her pay

with a black eye or

a fracture

a sick sadistic trait

that overcomes  those

evil sods

now at such a rate

how does a man decide

to rape an animal

for they are raping

there’s no other word

the innocent must pay

this vile demand

for  servicing

in a dark disgusting way

a complete violation

of body and spirit too

and just because they

have carnal wants

and want to see it through

these men are really out of control

they have sunk into a place

their vile psychotic wishes

are a complete disgrace

however they have got to be

the way they are its so

a dogs arse is their chosen space

which really goes to show

that they must be withdrawn

from human life as we all know

children, women every soul

is a victim

it does show

up on the statistics

that beastiality can

be a precursor

for  evil

and there descends

the man

how  can anyone deal with it

and realize that we

see places in some countries

where animal brothels be

the human race is sinking

in a miasma of dark sin

and those of us enjoying normal lives

want out not in

we have to get away

from all this sadism and be

closer to our nature

for now, eternity

is staring at the abyss

for out there some we know

may be engaging in this thought

this wasted life below

and we are clearly powerless

the frustration and the pain

a Pit Bull or some other dog

may be used and used again

I cannot for the life of me

appreciate the need

or the pent up insecurity

that such an act does feed

how can we ever contemplate

the fury in the soul

there is no end to all of this

and no sentence can control

Its for me not at all easy

to set these words to rhyme

to try to explain this phenomena

that is happening all the time

it’s really beyond my thinking

an evil trait of those

engorged in their own pleasures

which the present story shows