Tale Of The Red Dog
The trembling faceless red dog,
wimpers and cries out beside you,
when you toss your last cigarette
and stand to your feet just for emphasis.
You say, “death to all this foolishness,
let’s get out of here, be free.”
The trembling faceless red dog laughs,
and wags his tail just for kicks;
“And at what price do you figure,
come this so called liberty?”
Well you clip him round the ear,
and you send him round the back,
‘till you can pick up your courage and move on,
and be rid of that apathetic fiend.
