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A Cunning Puppy?

I know this little puppy,

Or maybe he’s a guppy,

As he likes to take to water,

Like rav’nous rats a larder.

 

I am compelled to mention,

While he seems to seek attention,

Could not he be aware,

How his actions help him fair?

 

Does he bury furry friends,

So they don’t obstruct his end?

Is a pat on the head that needed?

Or is causality unheeded?

 

As this ******* of a fish and mutt,

Is capable of kindness but,

Only when it drowns those near,

Of shadowing his own career.

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Mar 6, 2010
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