Sting Miscellaneous Conversation With A Dog I asked my dog what he thought the best in man He said, "The love you dispense to me twice daily from a can." I said, "Why do you think my question funny? And where would you be without my money?" I said, "There may be some quality in us you must treasure." "It's despair," he said, "of which your money is the measure." Walk like a dog, like anybody can I said, "What about our politics, philosophy, our history?" He said, "If there is something admirable in these it is a mystery." "But there must be something in our system tell me at your leisure." "It's despair," he said, "of which your borders are the measure." Walk like a dog, talk like a man Walk like a dog, like anybody can I said, "What about technology, computers, nuclear fission?" "I'm terrified of radiation, hate the television." I said, "There must be something in our scientific treasure." "It's despair," he said, "of which your weapons are the measure." "Feed me, you can beat me. I will love you till I die. But don't ask for admiration and don't ever ask me why." I said, "Why wait till now to demonstrate displeasure?" "It's despair," he said, "of which my silence was the measure." Walk like a dog, talk like a man Walk like a dog, like anybody can
Sting Miscellaneous Conversation With A Dog I asked my dog what he thought the best in man He said, "The love you dispense to me twice daily from a can." I said, "Why do you think my question funny? And where would you be without my money?" I said, "There may be some quality in us you must treasure." "It's despair," he said, "of which your money is the measure." Walk like a dog, like anybody can I said, "What about our politics, philosophy, our history?" He said, "If there is something admirable in these it is a mystery." "But there must be something in our system tell me at your leisure." "It's despair," he said, "of which your borders are the measure." Walk like a dog, talk like a man Walk like a dog, like anybody can I said, "What about technology, computers, nuclear fission?" "I'm terrified of radiation, hate the television." I said, "There must be something in our scientific treasure." "It's despair," he said, "of which your weapons are the measure." "Feed me, you can beat me. I will love you till I die. But don't ask for admiration and don't ever ask me why." I said, "Why wait till now to demonstrate displeasure?" "It's despair," he said, "of which my silence was the measure." Walk like a dog, talk like a man Walk like a dog, like anybody can
