Don't come here with your problems
No matter how big or how small.
We've seen practically everything.
Whatever you say, we've heard it all.
My kid developed allergies,
We're moving, we've no room.
We can no longer care for him.
So, please, keep him here with you.
We have so many animals
I just can't see that he can stay.
You get mad at me
And beg, "ISN'T THERE A WAY?"
I try to explain the problem
But it falls on deaf ears.
You go ahead and sign the papers.
Through all of your tears.
As he is carried into the back room,
You put the blame on me.
Don't you understand YOU are the problem?
Is it that hard to see?
I'm so tired of fighting back,
I just stand & shake my head.
One more innocent life is taken,
Nothing more can be said.
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