My wife feeds me dog food and she serves her dogs steaks. <br />I don't know how much more of this bullshit that I can take. <br />You probably know that eating dog food sucks. <br />Everytime I eat that disgusting crap, I say yuck! <br />Whenever I demand better food, I begin to shout. <br />I'd give anything if I had enough money to eat out. <br />Everytime I complain about it, it does no good. <br />She never serves good food like she should. <br />When she serves me the dog food, she won't even take it out of the can. <br />I'm not a canine dammit, I'm a man! <br />After she feeds her four dogs, good food is something that I can never afford. <br />The dog catcher just took her dogs, it's too bad that I couldn't give him a reward. <br />My wife is furious and she's going to leave. <br />A miracle from Heaven is what I've received. <br /> <br />(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-only-eat-dog-food/
