For while I am naked,
before him, dog cares not,
for how I look shirtless,
or what accoutrements got.

He's just interested,
in how sweet I smell,
as he makes my,
shirt holier than thou.

For I know my dog loves me,
regardless how I forsake him.
Will save me hell or high water,
whatever state I am in.

When I am in the state of ecstasy,
his nose is very sharp.
Is always there to greet me,
and never one to harp.

I will wear my holy shirt,
until the day I die.
When my dog will drag it on,
to be praised by another guy.