Like a dog, it barks
At your back door, wanting be let in
To run around
And tear the place to pieces;
And its claws
Lash out
Tearing you
And those you love
To pieces;
And it says, "I am you,"
But don't be fooled;
You're no more that barking dog
Than you are
The huge, grey rain clouds
That force you
To run outside in a panic
To get your washing in off the line.
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