I saw a little puppy
Running alone toward the back of the apartment buildings
But then I saw his man
He was a great big man to have such a tiny puppy
It is starting to snow now
There is no milk or cream for the coffee
And no money
And it is not food stamp day…sigh
Things are how they are
And there is no use crying over no milk
Tomorrow my brother will leave
He’ll go back to Tennessee
Back to his oxymoronic life
His friendships with Pagan Hillbillies
My brother is afraid
Of his parents
Of my parents
Of being alone
No longer feeling much like “Win a car Jay”
Because he gave up everything for a known flake
And cheat  
Gotta go hang with Suzy today
Maybe “Win a car Jay” will come with
Maybe we’ll see a movie
Maybe we’ll see a little puppy