different in poetry

we’re not so different
myself and the dog with the tail that curls
both we sniff around, maybe leave a mark
both just wanna go out into the world
maybe meet a girl maybe make some barks
my mother she raises stubborn sons
be we human or canine
we’re smart but by anxiety undone
as we search for where the sun shines
the similarities don’t end at that
we’re both pretty fuzzy
we’re both too fat
we both bite off more than our nervousness can chew
that’s what my mother’s sons all tend to do