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Euthanize the dogs on the streets
For a scarcity of hogged treats.
Our homemade heartbeats have receipts.
Chew me up.
Take your licks.
While they demand a scarred city,
We dig, fetching for what’s pretty.
For our itty-bitty pity.
Call your dogs.
I have lungs.
Earth’s doomed, but one beast is witty
Like Holy cities so gritty.
Eat with this penniless ditty.
Isaiah Lawrence 