He hangs out on the porch and across the street
From that ugly ass building but still wonders if they have meat
Cuz his owner is a vegan and all he gets is oat treats
That ain't enough to battle his worst enemy
That man in blue strolling with them papers
Always with bad news that man is a hater
But his barks have no bite behind that door
A daily defeat when them papers hit the floor
It's just them two the owner and him
So when friends are over he gets blamed for the fartin'
But thats cool he don't mind it
Plus his owner is the one who has to pick up his shit
Yeah that's right he has a privileged life
Good food, filtered water, and he gets to sleep inside
Though he hates the long walks, and when he gets dressed
And when the girl comes over he gets kicked out the bed
But other than that no major bones
So is the life of the one kobe Jones
stories that survived drunken blackouts, constant pleas to realize the greatness of the music I listen to, child raising tales, and other things that might get me fired.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Dog day afternoon
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