i was raised on scraps
wag your tail like a good boy
some day youll eat well
ribs showing sitting obediently
begging gets you kicked dont you know
never lick the hand that feeds you
just because they dont want you dead
doesnt mean they want you
sit boy lie down shut up
good dogs dont bite
they dont imagine blood on their tongues
or the crunch of bones in their teeth
good dogs dont hunt
they wait obey listen
never whine or whimper
feel canines lacerate flesh





















