I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman...

OK. I know Dad's busy. I know he's got errands to run. I know he's got a stressful job that allows him to do this kind of work. But com'on, he's not even as busy as my Tia Diana the poet who just recently got published in the Indiana Review. So, I don't understand why lately Dad has been cutting my morning walks short. I don't even have time to pick out my spots! 'Go here,' he says. Hurry up. Go there.' I'm like, yo, can a dog sniff around? Chase some birds? A few rats? Maybe some kids? Can I at least scare the drunks by the Columbus statue?

This is redonk-ulous. If he doesn't stop rushing me, he's going to have more surprises when he gets home for now on. Then we'll see how fast homeboy goes...

First off you don't know Russell,
at all so don't grow partial
That's ammo for my arsenal,
I'll bite you off that barstool
There goes another lawsuit,
leave pawprints all across you

But I do know one thing though, humans, they come they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo'
Maybe i'll love you one day, maybe we'll someday grow
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that runway, oh...