Jigsaw Dog
I won’t sing for a supper
That would probably make me ill
I can’t stomach a plate of lies
I just don’t get your thrill
You’ve told me all your history
It reads like greek to me
What is shrouded in your mystery
Just magnifies your plea
I felt myself getting nervous
About speaking without thought
But I couldn’t be that cruel to you
For the sake of the honesty I sought
You see me gasping for some air
As I drown in your confidence
I wish that I could be elsewhere
In a place that made some sense
I’m not begging for servility
Or seeking something sane
I’m collecting up my fragility
So I can build it up again
I’ll leave with your stature
And that virginal repose
I’ve seen you in the coldest skin
When we last took off our clothes
I am not a jigsaw dog
The pieces do not fit
I can’t be taught to sit and beg
Or clean up strangers shit
I can’t help you to fix things
They were broken anyway
Allow me now to take my lead
I’m the dog that’s had its day.
© SJ2010
