60 in Dog Years

I've got a question
That no one can answer
Does having a seizure
Make you a dancer?
Maybe Hollywood will notice you
As you act like you're stoned
Will they come to shake your hand
As it already shakes on it's own?

I've got a question
Before I go
Will you like me, if I mention
All the bad words, that I know
Will you call me a legend
If I disappear for long?
Will you say, I'm smart
If I say, you're wrong?

You haven't seen me for a while
And when you saw me
You raised your eyebrow
Like your own child
It grew thick and gray
I think, I'm gonna stay
What's left for me to do
Since I'm not allowed to leave
During curfew?
There's no bowl with my name on it
And it makes sense
But now I'm gonna have to eat
Without confidence

I shouldn't have drank that water
It was over 12 hours old
And it's like 60 in dog years
I mean, "water years"?
Maybe, it's just a cold
Or
Maybe, it's rabies
And water is now
One of my fears