I am a dog
Being dragged 
On the asphalt 
By a leash

In the hands 
Of my master
I eat,
In the hands
Of my master
I preach 

Of a world
Not known to me
Other than shackles;

My bones displayed
Around the city,
Like i have a soul
To show,

People know my identity
From a name tag
That dangles from
My feet

I was born
With tire marks
On my hips
And i swallow
Cellphones for breakfast
In case you ever decide
To call when i'm
Not home