spayed the thing

stays numbed my stomach slips
pained fills holes my god the thing
still listens to come here baby trust
the treats I have in my spooning
hands honey lie back disengage
the shears forget the losses
that balled troubled body suffers today
just groom and give off heat and that clean
muting click toward sleep there is
no design to stir it now or stand it longer
and we will play when the hurting leaves
and the pills come out of the food