Your ‘Dog Whistle’

I see you

I see how you’re trying to push

I see the ‘dog whistle’ getting stronger

I see you trying to become more blatantly obvious about blowing that damn ‘dog whistle’

I see your obsession growing more by the day

I see you trying harder and harder to push my buttons

I see you trying harder and harder to elicit a reaction

There are days where it takes every single ounce of me to keep my mouth shut

There are days where I slip, but I manage to bring the reins back in

There are days where I just can’t and I just lose it

As much as I need this obsession of yours to stop, I know it’s not going to. You hate the fact that you can’t control me into obedience. You hate that I’ve started the ball rolling for getting you into trouble. You hate the fact that you’re losing your grip. You hate that I see right through you.

So you keep going back to your ‘dog whistle’. You turned your own wife into a ‘flying monkey’, an enabler, to keep pecking. You turned your oldest child into a pawn, to be used in your game, to be used as part of the ‘dog whistle’.

The ‘dog whistle’ may be getting stronger, but it’ll be part of your downfall.