With cane and strap
I rule the *****
Here, there is no
Mirth
Only tooth and claw
From  birth
A thick hyde
And hackles that stand
Like knives
One can beat
Natural selection
From the dog
But this
Has never gained
Loyalty
By God
A companion
Who holds no
Malice
That would sit to the right
Of the king of the
Palace
Only a man who knows his
Own weakness
Can shape a *****
To  greatness