Don't know if they are out of a job, recently fired <br />Or maybe amongst the ranks of newly tired <br />But from early morn til after eleven, <br />They walk the streets as if in heaven. <br />Always accompanied by man's best friend <br />With a plastic bag to put poop in. <br />They never stop to chat or make amends <br />For misplaced droppings that in my yard; ends. <br />Unaware that a dog's sign on a post <br />Means to other dogs, this gardeners's a host. <br />No way to erase the tell-tale watery flow <br />That to an azalea does death bestow. <br />Haps the economy will take a turn <br />And to some distant place they'll return. <br />Should new opportunities abound <br />I hope it's out of my hometown. <br />They can take their friend and all <br />To a new city and job that may enthrall <br />As long as it's far, far away <br />So my plants can live another day. <br /> <br />s<br /><br />Sidi J. Mahtrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-ing-the-dog/
