forlorn that’s me

Yes I’m forlorn

wished i’d never been born

me, I was loyal

a best friend, for my toil

but chucked out too old

and in here its cold

rusty old bars

I can’t see the stars

doleful, that’s me

and all I can see

is my previous owner

walking his hound

a designer model

bred to astound

pedigree, I can see

he loves now to show

the new one around town

but will never know

how much he hurt me

how all my love

he threw in my face

I’m alone

from my tone

he’s such a disgrace

they may put me down

I

I’m as sad as can be

for he went to a breeder

and  forgot about me