There’s a grimy,slimy trail you leave
When you touch my face
It sticks to me for weeks and I can’t shake that sludge
It won’t budge
You slither away under a rock
And I whither in the heat
Deplete. You deplete me.
I keep doing it over and over.
“You can’t teach an old dog ” and all that
I guess I’m a mutt because I’m certainly no bitch.
Only to myself.