My life is master and pet.
I slave day and night for others well being.
I get stepped on.
I get used.
I am disposable.
I get beaten but I still get up every morning to be there for others.
It’s my role to aide others;
It’s the only role I know.
I will be your pet.
I will do what is asked of me
without a word of protest.
And once you are done with my services,
Kindly kick me outside to find another master in need.


All of me is gone.
I am weak.
I am sad.
But for others
I am happy.
I am strong.
I will do my best to make you happy.
I am a pet,
you are my master.