Dog Forced to Apologise to Flute-Playing Camper

I resent your constant Me, Me, Me
but try to limit the vociferousness of my responses
to the toxicity and obnoxity of each of your fulsome japes.
Perhaps last night my bark was overloud
when you produced your loathsome flute and blew
away all shreds of any chance for thought
or congenial conversation among your betters.
I added my bark to the blight, but I should have bit.

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