God, Chico and Me

I think it’s safe to post this poem on my blog since it’s been over a year and I haven’t heard back from the contest I submitted it to. Then, I read that the parent company of Redbox is filing for bankruptcy. Which just happens to be the same company that publishes the Chicken Soup books.

This is also kinda of a reblog. I reworked it for the above mentioned contest.

God, Chico, and Me

I’ve come to the realization that I’m going to be alone the rest of my life.

Every now and then, this will cause me strife.

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I have been alone far too long.

I don’t know if someone else can sing my song.

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Someone else’s song, could I learn?

Each others life, we could upturn.

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It might be nice to have someone to see a drive-in movie with.

A patio lunch, good food to sniff.

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Someone to share lives days.

Come what they may.

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Do I really want someone all up in my bis?

Running around in a fiz.

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Mostly, I’m okay.

Attention, I don’t pay.

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God’s got my back.

With his help, I can pack.

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“Get a dog,” many have said. 

Don’t put that idea in my head. 

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They shed. They stink. They cost money.

Now, all my railing seems kinda funny. 

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After a divorce, Cheekie was going to be homeless.

I couldn’t let him go to the pound, none-the-less. 

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He’s high-strung, needy, and neurotic.

At least he’s not demonic.

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Chihuahua’s don’t fair well at the pound. 

So into my home, space I found. 

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Sometimes Chico is a pill.

I can’t imagine life without him, still.

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When I need a good cry,

his fur easily dries.

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Chico doesn’t care about mental distress.

To him, all things I can confess.

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He doesn’t care if I don’t wear make-up,

if I’m feeling subpar. Or feel the need to burp.

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Hairs a mess.

Don’t want to dress.

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As long as he gets walked, food, and cuddles –

he endures the muddles.

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He’s been worth every penny spend. Every sleepless night. 

Even the turmoil he caused when he ran away, giving me a fright.

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Much like God, he listens to me intently.

But he will not correct me gently.

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Or light my path in the dead of night.

Or drive away lives unsightly frights.

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Though, he does create quite the stir

when creatures unknown ruffle his fur. 

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I do wish he would learn how to mow.

Or do laundry, or sew.

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He gives me unmeasured joy. 

He’s my good little boy. 

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I dated one man that said, ‘it’s me or the dog.’

Bye, bye, cog.

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Chico’s been in my life 8 years and counting.

With love, he is always surrounding.

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He’s been my furry muse on many occasions. 

It’s going to break my heart when he’s removed from my equation. 

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I have amazing friends to help me see.

But at the end of the day; when I lay down my head, it’s God, Chico and me.

The End