“Let her strike me, it relieves her heart… it’s better that way.”
–Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky

I’ll show for her my trick
And yet will come the scolding.
I will endure her kick
For the prize she is withholding.

She’ll pet my spotted mane
For sitting near in silence;
I’ll speak one word untame
And surely bear her violence.

I’ll sit and guard the door
To keep out any danger
In hopes she’ll love me more,
But loyalty doesn’t change her.

And though she shoos me out
To sleep among the dirt
I’ll return without a doubt
No matter how it hurts.