Oh starchild, you yank on the leash of your own vulnerability.
Until it grows teeth.
And then you muzzle it too.
If it cries out, ignore it
It will grow hungry and starve, it will ache
But eventually it will give up and go quiet. It will rot away until your leash contains a skeleton.
Every so often someone will stop to pet him, starchild, but you mustn't let them.
Yank the leash again and promptly walk away.
For the skeleton could sprout and grow again.
And we couldn't have that, no no NO
Remember what they taught you?