I cannot always be mending sadness Sadness is like a dog It can whine and scratch But you must let it inside
A dog may slip between your legs When your hands are full of groceries But if you can't expel the beast Then you have no right to a dog, nor bird, nor cat
You say you only give? You are never in a position to receive anything besides sympathy Weariness is the only outcome I grow weary in you stupor