Lost Dog
Lost DogFeelings moaning, people phoning
Going home? Please.
Eating plastic meals on trays
Scrape your face on street pavement
Chasing planes of existence
Fee the dog, he's getting lonely
No one's there, scratching doors
Paws are bleeding, going crazy
Tears in his eyes, laying on the floor
This poor dog's about to die
Being told how, never sure now
Having trouble? Playing for keeps.
What's the news then? You will see.
Will it be long? Keeping you guessing.
Won't you show me? The animal's growing.
Magnetism showing
Are you changing? To for the best.
9/27/1982 February 27, 2007 @ 12:49 pm | Category: Writing