Ode to a drunk puppy.

Today i saw him cast himself away
Broken and dismayed
Discarded, forlorn and blue
to match his eyes and skin
I wish he cried, I wish he screamed
His intoxicated smile and his blush
The bitterness that kept his look
downcast, shame.
I felt special for offering my pity
my shoulder to cry.
He would be all the more beautiful
And i would be all the more pitiful
taking joy from that.
All three of me
scatter and sing
Glass and Broken
Hearts and Youth.