Junkyard Dog

The end is nigh, the sun is high

Junkyard dogs are dizzied & doubled

Kids are black and blue

Smooth leather, marooned weather 

I'm lacing up my boots

Spit-in-my-face, it says (dime a dozen)

It's got the river under it's foot

Poison tongue, noisy lung

I'm heaving out the door 

Who-lives-on-mulberry-road, it says 

(it's mistress' brother works)

Fifteen lumber, talk-show number

It folds it's hands and says:

I-hate-to-ask-a-favor, really,

but-do-you-know-when-I'm-dead?

The sun is high, the end is nigh

I've done everything that I can

When the strawberries turn

When the waterways burn,

then-you-can-go-ahead.