Though the sign says: Beware of Dog

You still chose to approach the gate

Soon welcoming a twisted fate

A brain that’s clouded with dense fog

What’s the internal dialogue?

Then, you’re standing next to the fence

You can’t be noble; you’ve no sense

A mindset like that must harden

Like concrete waters a garden

The jaws of justice will dispense.

Prompted from Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge Prompt at:

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