Happy Where I Am

Used to see this old stray dog almost everyday

He’d do his deed right by my house and then be on his way

One time I brought him some real food

and asked him if he’d stay

But he blankly stared at me as if to say

“No, I’ve gotta go but if I could I’d shake your hand…

I’m happy where I am

It was a sweltering summer day, I mean a mean heat

So I threw my dirty blanket on the city beach

A guy I know invited me on his new yacht

For steak tartar and cr?me brulee and top shelf scotch

And there were babies crying, loud radios

and castles made of sand

I’m happy where I am

He wore a dark blue jacket and polyester gray pants

And a clip on tie with his hair greased back

He was the security guard at the parking lot

at the shopping mall

But he never looked down and nothing could stick

to him at all

He’d see all them stressed out people faking schemes

and breaking plans

Thinking… “I’m happy where I am”