If my desire is a dog
I keep it on a leash
Or locked up in a rusty cage
That barely holds the beast
These are the lengths I go to
To try and find some peace
I’ve taught the beast a few tricks
Like how to fetch and beg
And balance cold beer on his head
Directly from the keg
Sometimes he still break away
To hump some woman’s leg
If my desire is a dog
I take it to the park
And steer it clear of other dogs
Whose bites are worse than barks
I know that I will miss the beast
When its flame sputters to sparks
