The Stray Dog – Written Tuesday 26th June 2001 (Aged 26)

The Stray Dog

there is nothing left,
you left,
you slept with me
when you was with him
he is the cap,
to your bottle of pink gin
none of my friends like you
you left,
a life that might have been yours
i know there is blame,
piled high at my door
it is okay though,
lady luck has intervened
and introduced me,
to a special human being
so when you stray,
and start to sniff around,
i suggest you leave
there is nothing left,
i have learnt,
life has balanced itself out

James Garratt – Tuesday 26th June 2001

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