I am doubtful whether I am fake or not
The dog in front, treats me like that
People around passing by without seeing what
They miss how I am tasteful and delicious
But I look at the world carefully
My dopamine is high to catch the cues wildly
And I turn to myself, make fun of me
The motion I have
Jogging, jumping, dancing idly
When there is a stimulus
My reaction is only towards me
Now I understand why young girls are afraid of the dogs around
Because sometimes I am also afraid of the dogs as well
