Damaged goods,
Walking through the hoods
Crying non-understable tears
A lot of hesitation, fear of love
And affection, a happy dispositon
But a lot of self protection,
Pushes away those who would love to
See the puppy happy

So he finds shelter, a cardboard box this night
It's not raining thankfully so he sleeps tight
He curls up and sleeps, as soundly as he can
Then up he gets and away from another bad human he ran
Then the fleas, and the mange became even harder to bear,
He began to wonder if anyone was out there

Then, a human! In a coat so shiny, he didnt know where he was
He didn't feel the fleas anymore, and his stomach was full with lunch
He looked up, apprehensive but still grateful
And a nurse kept petting him and snuggling him while he was on the table...

To be continued