The Dock
So I have this friend
Someone I’ve known for a bit
Nice guy, family man
A stand up kind of fellow
He’s had some success in his days
And has built himself a home
A second home
On a lake
In the mountains
Now that may not seem so special
Lots of people do it
But this cat has some unique neighbors
Neighbors who are entitled
Really entitled
I mean over the top entitled
My friend loves to ski
Snow and water-
So he has a dock behind his house
Ya know
Nice little pier into the lake
Where you’d tied up a speedboat
Anyway he comes along one day
And it’s gone
Poof
Right out of the water
Pilings and all
Looking next door
He sees his neighbors have a new dock
Right there, near where his used to be
If you can believe this
I can’t
But yes
They took it
Lock, stock and pilings
They thought it looked better
On their land
Where they put it
They just figured he wouldn’t miss it I guess
Well you can imagine
It didn’t go so well after that-
It’s still going
And I’m sure in the end he’ll get his dock back
With a little pain in the pocket
And a whole lot of time
In the meantime
I just serenade him-
Whistling the old Otis Redding tune
“Sittin’ on the dock of the bay, wasting time.”