Gator
When I feel tired of being down
I walk the dog uptown
A branch or an electric pole
He must set his mark
When I bring him to the cemetary
I want him to piss on their graves
Pissed off at progeny
But he’s much too wise for those shenanigans
He just waits for me to get tired
And sit down somewhere
So he can jump jovially on top of me
The fire of love sparked into me
He’s a philosopher that mut
Lays his mark
Where fires start
Instead of where the fires burnt out
Virtue Bypass 