Here Boy, Fetch!

like i was hired, but i'm an asshole
i didn't exactly write that on my resume
i got fired, for being a hassle
but i asked if that's all or if i can love her more, and she said “yes you may”
like a tire with no axle, she made sire of her abandoned castle

she said “here boy, go fetch!”
go fetch me the paper
and pay for the rest, i don't get
up late for labor - to stress and stretch, run more, eat less
i need to impress the neighbors - to trim a hedge
tonight i'll wet her flower beds

but no, i won't take the credit
i won't break a sweat, she said don't sweat it
there's a tissue for tears
and everyday she'll wish you were here
in a dazzling mirage casting away castle queens bon voyage
time for a vasoline massage

chorus

we're off and on and on, it nonchalant
she has a body i wanna flaunt
is it maternal? or is it fraternal? is it a journal or a diary?
i read the paper and my heart felt fiery
admiring - the material, finishing up my cereal

before i got to roll over again