A rude comparison to man's best friend comes to mind
Like the song everyone has stuck in their heads
But wouldn't dare to sing out loud.
If words become scattered as they escape
My lips how does she expect me to show
Anything but the same range of motion that's
Part of their limited range of vision?
There's no changing the fact that I would cry
Infinitely more at the loss of a pet,
But maybe admitting it makes up for the
Causal nature of our final and lasting separation.
So let's not pretend there's any tea in those cups
That daughters set out to impress their fake friends;
Call it what it is and just let it end.
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