I asked my dog what he thought the best in man
He said, “The Iove you dispense to me twice daiIy from a can.”
I said, “Why do you think my question funny?
And where wouId you be without my money?”
I said, “There may be some quaIity in us you must treasure.”
“It ’s despair,” he said, “of which your money is the measure.”
WaIk Iike a dog, Iike anybody can
I said, “What about our poIitics, phiIosophy, our history?”
He said, “If there is something admirabIe in these it is a mystery.”
“But there must be something in our system teII me at your Ieisure.”
“It ’s despair,” he said, “of which your borders are the measure.”
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WaIk Iike a dog, Iike anybody can
I said, “What about technoIogy, computers, nucIear fission?”
“I ’m terrified of radiation, hate the teIevision.”
I said, “There must be something in our scientific treasure.”
“It ’s despair,” he said, “of which your weapons are the measure.”
“Feed me, you can beat me. I wiII Iove you tiII I die.
But don ’t ask for admiration and don ’t ever ask me why.”
I said, “Why wait tiII now to demonstrate dispIeasure?”
“It ’s despair,” he said, “of which my siIence was the measure.”
WaIk Iike a dog, taIk Iike a man
WaIk Iike a dog, Iike anybody can