Anxiety and the Dog
Need another smoke and the worry for the health
Take a real long look in the mirror
The eyes are dead as is the face
Fall and call for help
The angel arrives on time
Hear the scratch of the dog
At the door which has been left open to fears
Dog stare the down demanding fruits
Frightened of the teeth so wish him away
Steal the food but take not the soul
Back through the door demands are thought
All for him is the soul
The one fruit held with a death grip
But anxiety burns the lining of the stomach
Offer the last piece and he eats from the hand
Now go away and only return when called
You stand so tall damn you pillar of salt
Which I may water down to find the solution
Drink the salty water in this glass
If this will able you to stand on your own two feet
Or choose to ride the dog
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