Stolen from the chain-linked pound
Used to paw pads on cold, hard ground
You brought me somewhere warm and light
And with your heat I slept through the night
Learned quickly that you had not come to save
What you’d adopted was just a thing to deprave
Trained me into an emotional support animal
Diminish my traumas, shrink them down small
I am fully yours, not the vice versa
Your life the one feeling the inertia
So I offer you patience and quiet in which you seep
I don’t yap or bark or bite or scratch or howl
I sit up all night to make sure it’s you who gets to sleep
But there’s a need within my stomach that starts to growl
Ultimately, I was your hound
You elected to put me down
When I asked for water and food
You weren’t in a giving mood
So euthanasia was a simpler solution
I beg forgiveness for my own pollution
Clouded your weekend skies with my comfort and care
Now all you have is my dead eyes in an eternal stare
The doctor won’t close them and it doesn’t bother you
I was never alive, just a comfort object now gone blue
