I'll put the high drag on my brake foot for all the good that that'll do
if you'll shoot the dog that bit me, so I'll have no dog-owners to sue
as I sleep with a ***** nearby, not a lass from a whelpin'-kennel zoo
sprawled among kibble, collars & chawed-over rubber toys to chew
in configurations approximatin' a rolled-up newspaper & a flat shoe
as a pig-pen pig's **** & pig **** brews into a piggish, pig-pen brew
I become a marine: 1 of the proud, gun-crazy, baby-slaughterin' few