The Last Supper
I have this dog who is so smart.
But he has a terrible habit.
Every time I leave for work he finds a way to get into the trash.
I come home and punish him.
He knows it's wrong.
He knows he's not supposed to get into the trash;
but he keeps doing it as soon as I turn my back.
I look at him and think, "what the hell!"
I hate punishing him because I love him so much. But I know one day he will keep going back to that trash and his luck will run out.
He will eat something that will kill him.
I'll come home and find him dead.
I am that Dog.
About this poem
My son has had his dog for 11 years. His dog is his world and is the one constant in his life aside from me and his brother. Easter 2016: son went through an intensive inpatient drug rehab program. Came out of rehab and went straight to another state. Got bachelors degree and grad with honors as an Engineer. Fast forward: moved back to our state. He recently showed me this poem written the night before he entered rehab in 2016. He has now relapsed and is battling addiction again. He’s getting help. I wanted to submit this on my son’s behalf. I asked him if i could submit it; he smiled and said of course. Siting this as a Zach Bowers original more »
Written on April 12, 2016
Submitted by dvsmith on September 24, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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| Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
| Characters | 549 |
| Words | 130 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 12 |
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