POEM - BED

BED
not even the cranes
are moving dirt around today
and I’d much rather
go back to bed
but there are all these dogs
who depend on me
to let them out
so they don’t shit all over
their owners houses
and piss all over their couches
and then I too
depend on them
because if not for them
their owners wouldn’t put money
in my pocket
to pay the bills
the bar tabs
the rent
and if I didn’t have to do
all those things
I’d never get out of bed
in the first place
except maybe
to hit the bars
and bum beers off friends