Such lonely things
Do they go by, ignorant of their classification?
Or do they live, forever pained by the trouble their existence causes?
Everyone has Burdyns.
No one ever thinks that every Burdyn has a person.
They can't live without their person.
And yet they are despised for their existence.
How lonely Burdyns must be.
Don't make me a Burdyn.
Don't seal me to that lonely fate
Longing for you but silent
Words die on the wind
Can't speak past the Burdyn
Those sharp-toothed sad-eyed beings
Hanging on the back of their person
Clinging for dear life
Weeping in your stead
Mouthing apologies you can't hear
Think of your Burdyns
They don't want to weigh you down.
Embrace your Burdyns
And you'll never be alone.