Misery

Misery

men
grown accustomed
to their misery
learn to love it
as a dog
loves 
the familiar jangle
of its chain
its dirt patch
its shit piles
and its master's scraps
when it's too afraid
of fending for itself
off the chain
chasing hares
for its survival

you think
i'm full of shit?
then notice
how a dog
chained up
for years
almost always returns
after a brief galivant
when the chain
snaps

men
love their misery
their dirt patch
an oasis
their shit piles
fragrant and lovely
as daffodils
and their master's
scraps
the same as
birthday cake
when he's
decided
to accept them
as such