Favorite Dog

That's my other hand, open and empty

It wants one to I guess

That's my other jaw, swollen and shameless

It talks too much I know

And another poet is born with every other sip

Wash away the word, just like it was a paper bone

And they're working on me, yeah they're working on me

Just like my favorite dog

Geronimo look out below

I love that rusty water

Like it was my favorite dog

That's my other head, open and bleeding

It thinks too much I guess

That's my other eye, swollen but fearless

It's seen too much I know

And another poet is killed, with every sip

Drain away a word, just like it was a paper bone

And they're working on me

And they're barking at me

Just like my favorite dog