Once heated spoons Split open balloons Legs gone numb A pacifier thumb Left out in the hall He sleeps against a wall Tears on that large frame All arguments are so lame Help is a pitiful cry There comes no soft reply No words for him, this Man in his own piss I swore never to talk to you again I have signed less serious oaths in pen I meant to hear nothing more about you But now what the hell can I do? Not to leave him cold, But no I'm not sold It still breaks my heart But I need some part Pick him up by his thick arms Calm his shakes with some Lucky Charms First food in what must be days I can only hope he stays