July, midday heat
Sunday before lunch
and that stupid calling
Lunch!
They already called me twice
They didn't let me bring the dog into the house
I was afraid he would leave
It's his first day with me
I brought him from the other side of the road
I left him on a barrel in a yard full of junk
The dog is small and the barrel is tall
He's not going anywhere
After lunch, they forced me to go to sleep
And I fell asleep reluctantly
I dreamed of my little yellow dog
Left on that barrel
Full of tar