I bring my dog to the bar
I prop him up on a stool
I parry all of the jealous drunks who ask "is he with you?"
We hang until the last call
He drags me into a car
I bring my dog to the bar
I push my dog in a cart
It keeps his paws off the tar
You know it's double wide, he reclines in satin and velour
I never go very fast
He puts his feet on the dash
I push my dog in a cart
And the media I consume
Feeds the courage I exude
And it takes a lot of courage when you live the way I do
No need to thank me, I'm aware of all the good work that I do
I bring my dog to the pool
How I could I deny the joy of diving in the blue?
And when his head reappears
I crack him open a beer
I bring my dog to the pool
I bring my dog to the Starbucks
We need a minute to warm up
And usually after the Walmart he could use a pick-me-up
He's got the app on his phone
I have a bite of his scone
I bring my dog to the Starbucks
And the content I create
Girds the viewpoint I maintain
With the hope that once I capture it, it moves toward mundane
No need to thank me, I'm aware of all the good work that I do
And it's thanks enough to know my dog and me are so attuned
What a perfect world this world would be if only folks like you
Would bring your dog to the bar