A dog accidentally jumped over the gate,
Its soul wandered seeking an ideal mate,
Lessons from the past predicted the fate,
A mind had learnt the ways to calculate.
One that realised drugs weren’t just pills,
One that saw art in random word spills,
One that could hum songs and settle bills,
One that could be pleased by cheap thrills.
Gone was love, affection and Cupid’s magic,
As is the tale of all humans that learnt logic,
Destined to end sober, you may call it tragic,
The only respite being a few years nostalgic.
The flowers are fresh and enticing the bees,
A life still thrives in the bone chilling breeze.
One can seek joy everywhere if they please,
If not in death, where does one find peace?
The fruits know the sequel, not the knives,
All deaths are not equal, just like the lives.