I pouted through my blue bubble
and you noticed
that I’m a sad poodle,
fairly intelligent, just as needy,
waiting for you to take me
on a walk, a drive,
wherever you want, just not back here,
because this bowl is empty
and if I’m forced to bow
my head once more and lick dry metal,
well, that’s when I’m liable
to start blowing those bubbles again.