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My whole world is tilting

I need some more strength

But stop at what length?

A coffee won't cut it

You've a big mouth just shut it

A hungered stomach growls

As the mutt licks his jowls

Covered in cotton fluff

Eating my childhood, enough!

Send him off to the crate

Feeling so second-rate. 

Disasters abound

I can't handle this hound

He needs more than I give

And I wonder how I can live

With the idea of not providing

Into a black hole I'm sliding

Then he licks my hand, 

And tilts his head

My feet find land

I'm not half as dead

As I thought I would be

Managing, somehow, both him and me.