Self-pity Is A Dog
Self-pity is a dog
Begging for attention
Alone, prostrate on the doorstep of grace
An alms-collecting charlatan at large.
I know what you want
The usual treat from my guilty pocket
A crust, any morsel of affection or
Care or whatever you call it
Just something to bribe away the silence.
Well, not today, you mongrel shit
I will not cave.
Don’t you remember
I chased you down the last time
With a shoo! shoo! and a punt
That barely missed your snout?
How I rebuked your pesky gaze
Denied to share my tender hate?
I barked, made you recoil, retreat unfed
And thought: that’s it, he’s gone
It must be over.
But you returned for breakfast with a yawn
Waiting without whimpering for me
To fold, yeah, my resolve to break
And lick clean another empty bowl of sympathy.
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