Danny Pit Bull
They call him Danny Pit Bull
The nice kind, that you
Can trust with your toddler.
Not the other kind, unpredictable,
Vicious, eat-your-gramma kind of
Pit Bull that makes the news so often
By mauling a child, killing
Another dog, fighting to the
Death for a reason only it knows.
Danny Pit Bull can spin a yarn,
Cut your hair, entertain you
With outrageous anecdotes.
Makes you smile till he
Gets on his soap box, defending
His brothers, the other kind
Of Pit Bull, as if they aren't
Unpredictable, vicious, eat-your-gramma
Kind of Pit Bull, never admitting
Their existence, nor explaining
How to tell the difference.
She waits for me impatiently,
Demanding that I be released,
Justice is blind, helpless.
Broadsword of vengeance chops
Down family trees, skewers hearts,
Thirsts for retribution's blood
From its victims.
Vengeance beheads justice,
Impales mercy, kills compassion.
Time marches on, vengeance
Looms larger, strikes harder.
Still, she waits for me impatiently.
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