I Don't Give You Any Answers

[Billy]

I Don't Give You Any Answers

A drunk man kicks a puppy to death.
A child sits at the feet of unrequited love,
crying in the alley, waiting for God to notice.

The wrong number. I won't give up easily.
A will I was given that's useless.
What has it ever gotten me,

other than more misery upon misery.
Even when my will wins out, I've lost.
Father in the basement with the salad girl.

The cook won't tell. No one needs to tell.
I've heard the puppy squealing all these years.

[BobBradshaw]

You write well about tough subjects. Who could write those last lines better than you do? What power in just 4 words: “The cook won’t tell.”

Father in the basement with the salad girl.

The cook won't tell. No one needs to tell.
I've heard the puppy squealing all these years.

[FranktheFrank]

I've heard the puppy squealing all these years.

There is no logic in this sentence.
A puppy will grow up in six months.

Could it be, 'I've hear puppies squeal all these years'

or does it mean the memory of a puppy squealing is still with N.

It an abuse poem anyway and gives little away.

[CalebMurdock]

I have to praise you, Billy, for writing from your emotions so effectively. I tend to write from my intellect, and the result is often sterile. I'm not entirely sure what's happening in the poem, but it affects me.