Pilate

Talk of circles and punching out
Looking in drawing circles down
Falling up the south marking ground
Talking out of turn drawing circles down
Like Pilate I have a dog
Walks me out of town
Still ones a crowd
Making angels in the dirt
Looking up looking all around
Like Pilate I have a dog
Stunned by my own reflection
It’s looking back, sees me too clearly
And I swore I’d never go there again
Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down, you down, you down
Like Pilate, I have a dog