I sat before that panel

I sat before that panel,
some half my age,
that didn't know a tenth,
of what I do,
that i thought had the power
to change my life and
I barked,
and drooled,
and rolled over,
and jumped through hoops,
and licked butt,
and played dead,
and chased my own tail,
and preened, cutely,
and even scratched
a few fleas,
did as they expected,
just as an old dog would,
that was tired of being kicked,
and starved, and tempted
by his master
and who had forgotten,
that he still  had teeth,
and still could
run away.