You may call it heroine,
Or dust or horse or junk,
But truth be told i just don't care,
Something's got me in a funk.
My dog's often euphoric,
Gets drowsy, sleeps a lot,
He throws up on occasions,
He's panting quite a lot.
I googled all these symptoms,
Crossed my fingers and i hoped,
But all my fears were realised,
My dog must be on dope.
How did all this just happen,
Was i not a caring master,
Maybe our walks were just too slow,
And he needed something faster.
No matter where he got his stash,
I guess he had his ways,
I'll stand by and I'll support my dog,
Through the next twenty eight days.
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