The Revolution Of A Rabid And Zealot Dog Poem by Ted Sheridan
The Revolution Of A Rabid And Zealot Dog
There comes a time in every good dogs life
When he must decide to bite before he is bitten
Beware that day has come for me
Chained by the tax collar placed around my neck
Muzzled by societal restraints and political correctness
Tagged and licensed by an out of control government
Beaten by my masters
My freedom compromised
I must and so I will bite the hand that feeds me….
I hope your wife isn't cooking tonight. :) t x
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4/26/2024 10:27:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Interesting. Using the concept of the good old faithful dog. A bit like Orwell and the honest hard working horse 'boxer' on his way to the glue factory. You however infuse with absolute rebellion as if it is a necessity.