Psychic Injuries,
A love albatross
Dream gal became a woe-man,
Oooh, that hurt like a dog losing his buried bone
They digressed from 'treats',
To him being treated like a dog himself
His little island of happiness once provided shows no provisions,
Back to the doghouse instead, back to the mind
Although he does things by feel, and not by how he feels,
He feels lousy
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