Life in a Cage

March 5, 2014

Surrounded by vicious faces having to bet on your life,

having a chain around your neck all day and night.

Cowering away from your owners knowing its going to bring a fight.

Waiting for the day the ASPCA will take me away,

in the dirt is where I lay just waiting for the day,

they take me away.

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