Am I a dog?
Held back on a leash.
Choke chain pleasuring me.
A modern case of lycanthropy.
Full-moon blues.
Running through a green street;
no shoes.
Paying a witch's dues.
Once a month,
our cycles sync up.
Howling at the moon,
our lunar goddess,
in the hopes of release.
Stuck with this affliction
since ancient Greece.
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