i don't particularly love you, dog,
chewing at my spine and brain
while i'm trying to enjoy the game
of international soccer

yes i'll go on that long-promised walk
down the streets of dear old philly
the song "which way you goin' billy"
covered loosely by a snapping jaw

i am sure the dirty sunset
will warm the heart that's turned to stone
i'll keep you safe like a juicy bone
that never stops secreting juices