As I was walking with my dog the other day
I saw this woman from the coffee shop
Things started fine, I even found something to say
But her eyes fell to my hand and then her jaw just dropped
There in my hand I held a little bag of crap
My dog excretes, I clean it up, what could be simpler than that?
She was disgusted with me, like I'd planned his excrement
Would she have rather that I left it in her path right where he went?
As it turned out our meeting really made her day
She told the comic tale to all her friends
This loser had the nerve to make a pass her way
The coffee shop explodes when they hear how it ends
Sometimes I feel just like that little bit of crap
Maligned, misunderstood and trapped in a sweaty plastic sack
I get these looks as if I smell of canine excrement
Regardless that my dog's at home and hasn't gone as yet

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