If my father were around to see
what has happened to my dog and me,
he would smile, I reckon.
That important types do beckon
is a sign, you see, of achievement.
And conveniently they pay the rent.
If youngsters were inclined to glower
at old thieves presently in power,
we’d suffer less corruption.
Commerce could continue without interruption
and the ivory tower of privilege
wouldn’t cut like scalpel’s edge.
If I had been a better friend
our story wouldn’t have to end.
The missteps and blithe disregard
for feelings put off their guard
would only bend, not break.
And I’d commit one less mistake.