He awakes at dawn all alone
Ready for his day
He was left one nite in a Burlap bag
By someone who drove away
He’s surrounded by an awful smell
Known better by Urban Decay
He makes his rounds and looks for food
That someone has thrown away
He’s not afraid of anyone
As he stands guard over his vast Urban Domain
He never looks for trouble, but mess with him
And you’ll definitely feel his pain
He searches thru the garbage cans
He’s a total garbage gourmet
He eats what he finds
And never has much to say
He has no one to make his bed
He’s just a castaway
He’s kind of scruffy with matted hair
And a bath he hasn’t seen for many a day
He’s always on constant patrol
Of vacant bldg’s and junkyards along the way
He never reports to anyone
And he never gets paid
He has no one to comfort him
Or teach him to obey
He’s on his own and never question’s why
Just goes on his way
He’s feared by many yet loved by few
And respected by his peers
He’s been known at night to bring to their knees
Many a man and fill them with fear
He’s a pupil of the streets
From somewhere over on the s wrong side of the tracks
But doesn’t let it bother him
Because he is never going back
He’s a product of days gone by
Him and his urban frontier
He’s an American Urban Hero, whose vast domain
Is slowly beginning to disappear
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
Tales of the Junkyard Dog 