I wish that I wasn't so fat.

I wish that is wasn't so short.

My owner calls me a rat.

I want to play sports.

My owner won't let me.

I want to dance.

Why won't he?

Maybe I can prance?

I try to run.

I have nowhere to go.

He sees me and pulls out a gun!

Oh no!

I run some more.

I am in my neohome.

I run to the core.

I feel so alone!

I am in an open space.

He corners me.

He punches me in my face.

I cannot see.

I am in his aim.

"No!", I cry!

Then he came.

He says,"You will die!"

He points it toward me.

It is filled with lead.

"Why is he-"

I am dead... he put a bullet in my head.