Dog justice, Dog lives Dog poems, Dog lies. We are nothing in the masters eyes, So that’s why you can see me some times with my head in my hands trying to make these awful rhymes. Find life, Find death. I can't find anything not linked to breath. One day when the warmth turns to a dark cold, I will find something better, so Im told. My breath lasts, my face is lifted who cares? I would rather be somewhere else a drifted. Find life, Find death. Come near ill show you where to sit, The only reason we are here is to catch the masters spit! We are nothing in this universe, so to death I can only rehearse. and write a mortal poem made of dog verse.
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