Alone, With Cookies

Sad to say

I am still alone

Baking cookies or whatever

For nobody

I am not sniveling

I am brave in my isolation

Like a pugnacious dog

Yapping at myself in the mirror.

After the cookies cool I

Fill my pockets with them to eat as I shamble along

On my solitary walk

I throw one to a passing dog

Also walking alone

Good dog, he snaps up the cookie and barks for more.

I empty my pockets onto the ground.

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