The boy named Dog, was not anything like a human.
He was caged and beaten, and fed like a pig.
That poor boy, Dog.

He chases girls, and tries to hit them. Once they cry,
So does he.
Abused and used, he would runaway,
But no one would take him.
That poor boy Dog.

He would whine and howl all night long,
Crying out for someone to help him.
That poor boy, who wasn't anything like a human.

He got his wish for rescue,
But only just a little too late.
They found him in his doghouse,
All bruised and bloody
That poor boy Dog.

This poem is based of Sabertooth, from the X-Men. In the graphic novel, his father beats him, and everyone just calls him Dog. My poem doesn't really follow Dog, its just based off the graphic novel.