This is my sonnet! I chose the object theme.
The secretary offers HeartGuard pills
and gestures to the swollen, pickled heart
of a worm-ravaged dachsund dog named Bart.
"Please protect your dog," she says. "Heartworm kills."
Staring mortified at the organ's frills
and the holes that tear ventricles apart,
you say to the woman, angry and tart,
"I would, but first I have to pay my bills."
You watch the organ's caramel tentacles
and twine your hand in your Dalmatian's fur,
imagine her heart in the salty bog
with heartstrings tied in morbid pentacles.
You pray the same doesn't happen to her,
pay your last cent for the sake of your dog.
