Sniff

One day I’ll be dead and get to meet God
Almighty and Jesus and the Holy
Ghost and the angels and saints and good
souls I knew and some I didn’t and I pray
my mutt, he got the Hell smashed out of him
last week and I miss him mightily–when
I wake up dead I’ll scramble to my feet
and try to sniff him out first and when I
find him or we find each other we’ll re
-turn and only then will I shake hands with
God and his corps and so will Caesar, shake
hands I mean, I taught him that, and to sit
and stay and speak and roll over and play
dead. You could say that he’s a natural.