Just like a dog,
you give me one little treat,
and I'm in a happy fog.
It's an easy feat.
You say, sweetie,
and I'm over the moon.
I can't feel shabby,
whenever you say see you soon.
It's the same,
when I get a comment.
I can't help but feel fame,
no matter how far my writing went.
The kick is different,
but the high,
that keeps me so unbent.
And I give a happy sigh.
Don't you see?
I'm easy to please?
But you should be wary.
Same as a dog,
I can get just as angry.
And you'll get stuck in a bog.
Don't cross me wrong,
I deserve better,
and I'll give you torture hard and long,
or maybe, I'll give that to my father.
Listen,
I like you.
And I trust you.
But just like a writer,
I'm quick to a fight,
with a pen or a sword.
I can't remember,
which is mightier?