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Look at the paws on that puppy
Those mitts are larger than my face
Are they not like a prophecy? whispering
"One day, I'll eat you all alive."

I wonder—what breed is its father?
That greedy snout is giving pitbull 
And the way those irises beg 
tells me it has never seen the inside of a palace

If I were you, I’d hide the jewels & protein powder
Then invest in that collar with the spikes 
Never turn your back while it is eating and
Above all, never let it sleep in your bed

Because some curs are just curs
But other curs are guns
If you give them a place on the mantle 
They find a way into your third act.

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Bradley Andrews is a hopeful rabble-rouser on a mission to inspire the world. Stay in touch with what he’s doing by subscribing to a weekly digest of his activity through micro.blog. This will send you writing, photos, and other curiosities that you are guaranteed to love.