throw a poor dog a bone
I’m a mottled dog
laid out in the sun
poorly socialized
I’ll bark at anyone
I’m an old old horse
no I can’t carry you
it’s probably the time
to end up boiled for glue
I’m a lizard babe
I press into the cracks
prefer to stay out of
all your beaten tracks
yeah I’m an insect now
ignore me crawling by
such a cliché some day
I’ll be a butterfly
what
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