Dogs

The dogs don’t like small children, / They can’t tolerate small folk. / And it chaps their bones a’knowing / They gotta become just like them if they want to go. / And though it sure sounds awful foolish, / Some worldly dogs may never know. // Nah the Master wasn’t taken / By all the old tricks them dogs could do. / In fact, He scolded them like a bunch of mixed breed pups / Who’d just chewed up and slobbered in His shoes. / Then He left them indoors while He went outside, / Started dancing with cats and prostitutes. // And you know dogs, they’re always fighting, / Dog sense of justice nearly force them to. / Territory and prized possessions / Ideals perverted’ll bind the pack like glue. / Then en masse they can be persuaded / To kill another they once loved and knew. // Our brothers’ blood is crying up from the ground, / But like good dogs we just keep lapping it down. / Mindless beasts we just accept what we’re fed, / Neglect the prophets and distort whats been said. / The days are coming when we won’t have the chance / To play both sides while we bark and we laugh. // The dogs don’t like small children, / They can’t tolerate small folk. / And it chaps their bones a’knowing / They gotta become just like them if they want to go. / And though it sure sounds awful foolish, / Some worldly dogs may never know.