They're are terrible creatures,
Smart, vicious,
And we're weak for em,
All of us,
We can deny it
All we wish
But they own us,
We're like dogs to them,
Following them,
Wagging our tails
For a smile or
Some dumb scratch
Behind the ears,
And god
How stupid we're,
Blind to our
Petite owners,
And they'll use us
And they'll beat us
And they'll rip our dog hearts out
And show em to us
And we'll still wag our tails for em,
Stalk em through the house with hopeful eyes,
Boy you know it's true,
Right now I'm ownerless,
Been so forever
And I've seen my friends get adopted
From the pound and
The look of em
All proud and parading
Em around the place like
"Guys look at me! Look!
Don't you wish you had this?"
And hell yes I do,
I hate to admit it
But it gets sad,
This ain't no good life for a dog,
I want one,
A owner,
I don't care
Whether she's
Vicious or not,
I don't care if I wag my tail
And later on
She leaves me on the streets,
Must feel good to be owned
By those terrible creatures.