Dog to the Bar

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
To keeps his paws off the tar
You know it’s double wide, he reclines in satin and velour
We 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
Oh, what a perfect world this world would be if only folks like you
Would bring your dog to the bar