There are some hotdog shaped dogs, They're weird, Seem made up. Nasty little creatures, Vicious, Rotten. Ironic in a way, Probably can't even **** without help, But they're fast, They have strong personalities. I've never met a hotdog Dog Who is not creepy, Their humans are weird too.
Behind the pomp and circumstance The celebrations and parades Remember those who battled The platoons and the brigades Take some time to think now Of the freedoms we possess Of who fought the battle Those who didn't second guess Respect the soldiers duty Give thanks to those who served A handshake and a smile Is worth a thousand words It might be a long weekend That many now will never see Think of them this weekend And give their life some dignity Now, go and have a hotdog Ride the float in the parade Enjoy the fireworks exploding Have a Happy Memorial Day
The man across from me shoves hot dog buns into his gullet rapid fire The world speeds by and light streaks across the window It smells like kindergarten children and popcorn His pants are rolled up high Sure signs that the flood will be rising soon Shuffling his feet towards me brushing my foot This physical contact appears to be entirely intentional He holds his bag like there's something secret inside He shifts uneasy Hands fumbling to stow away the hot dog buns Siffling slightly He has long well manicured nails He looks out the window to avoid eye contact My stop arrives and I leave taking his impression with me