Just Us
The only problem with living alone,
besides wanting to cry,
if I’m ever accused of murder,
I don’t have an alibi.
The only one to vouch for me,
my dog, who shares my place,
in case he’s ever interrogated,
will probably lick your face.
Face to face with violence,
he’d defend me to the death,
but ask him for a statement,
and you’ll just get doggy breath.
So if you need my alibi,
I’ve no need to pretend—
I’m always home alone with my dog
for he’s my only friend.















