Therapy Puppy.
Ulises Vargas
October 3, 2025.
Home base is only a place
To wake up in the morning
Or to run back to when you feel lonely;
A security of comfort,
Deep in a hugging bed
The outside world
Is arduous and cruel
So what more could you need
Than home’s hugging bed;
My cuddling hand?
Every step out that door
Wears heavy on your feet,
So come and stay home:
There’s no stones to throw here
But what does it matter
If every day
You choose to leave me
And keep others company?
Am I not enough?
Do you really need them?
What do you do out there,
Where I can’t see?
Tell me you hate it
Because I couldn’t stand the opposite
And if you mean it
Then stay here with me
I’m all the company
You could ever need
Though, I’d never tell you
How it hurts to see you go
Or how it hurts
Whenever you come home
When you’re tired of them
And bored of your adventures
And all the fun you must be having;
Tired enough to take a time out
And waltz back into our boring home
I’ve come to expect
That you’ll come hungover,
Crying into my shoulder,
About the sickos you met:
Only to run it back,
And do it all again
I fear that, one day,
You’ll meet someone better
In the world of mystery;
A place more exciting and homely
Than my boring, cuddling hand
So stay here, honey,
With me, in bed,
And stare only at me
And share your lovely eyes
Solely with me
How it hurts to think
That you, too, are free
While I’m stuck in silence
Waiting to hear that jingle of keys
Just call me your bitch
Whenever you come and use me
Like some disposable love
Or a dumb and lonely
Therapy puppy