He was sitting by the fireplace with his dog.
He looked like his brain was in a fog.
His dog looked into his eyes.
And said, you screwed up bro.
You treated her bad and she walked out the door.
I am a loyal dog and I have to stand by you.
But I feel like walking out on your sorry butt too.

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