Domesticated

I have a problem with family priorities
Children, women, dogs, then me
Being on top of the food chain
I don't understand a dog ranks ahead of me

Is domestication the culprit?
The reason for my obscurity?
Have I become an Invisible Man?
Can’t see my own hands


I am nostalgic for my previous life 
Where once I was King
I’ve become a 'friend'
Offering unconditional love


Domesticated 












Have I become a domestic
To serve to submit 
Made less aggressive
Hands to the ground 

Pushing progress forward
Horse and buggy 
How did this happen
My dependency notarized 


My home a distant memory
My genes permanently altered
Who is responsible for my fate
Have I lost control





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