take it or leave it

 
 
there are two things I never take  
when I finish building a job
and move away to the next;
any packing-box not opened from the last move  
and any woman I’ve met  
 
the same idea for both  
something something travelling light  
something something baggage  
 
this time around got it wrong  
will ditch the woman sure  
and already chucked the boxes of whatever-the-fuck  
 
but now there is a dog  
 
got him by accident  
him left behind at the place I’ve been living  
by someone who decided  
that a dog’s love  
wasn’t on her bucket list  
anymore  
 
before I’d thought about it  
he was mine  
 
I call him my mate
and I mean it
 
so now I’m looking for a new job to build
anywhere  
as long as I can take a dog there  
 
when I’m thinking it plain  
in hard daylight  
seems fucking lame  
to be working my life around  
for that biscuit eating bastard
and his every day need for a beach  
but  
when it comes to quiet winter nights  
my hand on him  
is not just to keep him warm  
 
not really
 
 
he's cost me over a grand in vet bills
in fourteen months
and I nearly sunk my boat last Christmas
when he jumped off it to chase the fish
 
sometimes I shake my head for his no-fucking-brains
 
can't leave him though
 
 
 
 
 
something something unconditional love
something something a better man for it