Tonight I watched a dog lose a fight
that was not a fight. It was a mauling.
The smaller animal fought bravely
with tooth and claw
but never had a chance.
He just didn’t know it
at the time.
I was that dog
when it came to booze.
I really thought I was in there
could turn things my way
if only I’d had the right
moves. My mistake
was thinking it was a fight.
It was a mauling.
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