Buried our fun week's end
in work's tilling brutal earth
we reach forever as I bend
pick cotton and giving birth.

I'm a beat up old dog.
My name is just Bill.
I think I'm 76 in your years.
I have stories ugly still.
I know cruelty and kindness.
I've had good luck and bad.
I've been with lovely *******
and some lost in eternal sad.
I'm just a bother in the way
they want to put me down
limping each painful day
hold me under 'til I drown.

I have to find you
tell you I need you
scattered lovers
under life's covers.

Dirtiest line on PG TV.
Ward, weren't you hard
on the ****** last night?

At the corner of Love and Lust
all the broken hearts still bleed
buried in empty graves of trust
never had a chance to find seed.

I rescue abandoned dogs
like my abandoned kids
dissapear in the rear view
and I close my eyelids.

I'm fading with the light.
My shadow takes flight
naked unseen from sight
'til full moon midnight.