I'm a Mexican street dog

I have no owners 

No one regularly feeds me 

Or even really gives a hoot

I have complete freedom

Covered in "fleas"

Scratching 

Me and my type wander the cobbled streets

Sniffing for fallen leftovers

Sometimes we get in fights

But not often 

Mostly 

we could care less

Why bother?

It's a beautiful day

My tummy is full of an old sausage

and this cool sidewalk in the shade

Is a perfect place for a nap

Thank god I'm not one of those

yappy leashed pet dogs

getting called poopoo by a rich old lady