Walkies
I could go anywhere with my walkie
I’m talking walkie talkie
long before I knew I needed a dog
(anxiety is funny that way
striking when you want to play
locked in a cage with your brain set to flog)
I could go anywhere and talk to anyone
else paralyzed sitting alone on my bum
sorry this poem sucks I have to go walk my dog
Copyright © Maureen Mcgreavy | Year Posted 2021
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