Quinn and I

By Oscar Roden

As thoughtless as a man after Thanksgiving

As truly noncaring as a high school dropout

Yet we are the same, more than not

Quinn and I are as similar as the floor and ground


Grunting is thank you

Even that is a stretch

If you get a reaction from us

You've done your best


We can run away faster than you can say STOP!

And finding us may take more than 5 minutes, or not?

After all, we are wolves hungry for attention

When we try to get too much we end up in detention


In the end we break down and ask for your help

Because we always thought it was worse on this side

You dealing with us, we thank you for that

And now you can go back to saving us and our hat


(flipped off)