man and dog, are not so far removed
as evidenced by the doggy style, and all who try it
perhaps we'd be behooved to admit
what is true, and stop trying to deny it.
the human way, nay...
the human game.
the lives we lead,
filled with fortune, destiny and fame
are all a reuse for the human name
in the sac, filthy are we as the hogs
yea, we are all dogs
confused and lead astray by our emotions,
a tangled leash that guides our motions.
ace
If love was a verb... we could rhyme with it
But I'm too cooked to rhyme anymore today. Have a good night everyone (or day, evening, morning -wherever you are in the world.
