Dogs are from Mars; Bitches are from Mercury

Dogs Are From Mars; Bitches Are From Mercury
by Brian McKinney

The bitch's strength's like that of ten because she is obsessed
with cat alerts and puppy poop and who is least and best.
But dogs are aimed at larger goals, like food and food and sex
and walks and quiet thoughts and time to be perplexed

by bitches who blow hot and cold, with cold their standard state,
each more inclined to bark at cats outside the gate
than answer back when dogs approach and ask them for their sign,
just turn away, or sit down flat, or otherwise decline.

So dogs decide when dinner's on and how to pee uphill
to tell the world they're twelve feet tall, but still,
there's something hollow in their bark, these semi-kings,
for bitches get to be in charge of the important things.