a live dog

if i have to cry then so be it, for i am sure that lions shed tears and lay down broken hearted in death. yet they remain the King of the jungle. if i lay down horizontal, apathetic like the sloth with no life (yet alive) it is not that i have not tried, but have been crushed in a vice like life. Who will raise up this bitter man? Who will contradict that a live dog is better than a dead lion? And so i remain, a live dog.