Since the age of twelve You’ve accompanied me Through countless transitions Of stiff beds. Sat patiently waiting for me to Wrap up a physical recess With a few women who Wouldn’t know me if it weren’t for the bottle. Absorbed, at this point Gallons of self inflicted tears A quart of blood dripping sweetly from my nose And a stench of fears and confusion i passed down to you. I thank you Rufus. The only amend i have for you, My dog pillow pet, Is that you won’t see those sides of me again. Not as long as I have Her. And she has my Heart.