Mangy mud covered mutts
My dear curs, you’re engulfed in cuts
Defeated and depraved
Beaten and yet so well behaved
They’ve made you a mangy, mud covered mutt
The truth hidden in jubilation while your eyes dart with no direction. The discomfort begs their question; with contempt and mockery do they wager your identity? A Retriever!? Hound? Maybe even a Shepherd? and with counterfeit dignity, you proudly acclaim, “I’m a mutt!” A sheepish laughter and pride gives way to shame. It’s clear you have no master, or home, no history or creed, not one sterling for self.
A familiar collar chokes your rage
You may not know, there’s another way
It comforts you but the price: a cage
Free yourself from the collar’s way
They’ve made you a mangy, mud covered mutt
Conditioned and conditioned again, fooled and fooled again. Tricked into accepting this fate. I tell you plainly, I tell you loudly, they have lied! Right here is your home! Here is your history and your future! Here is your friend. Come dear friend. You are nothing as their mutt, you are everything to us. It need only your embrace.
Come on my boy, lets clean you up
Wash the mud and clean the cuts
I can not help, you’re not a pup
The choice is yours, and it will hurt
You could be man’s best friend but they’ve made you a mangy, mud covered mutt.
Don’t wish this fate onto your pups, a litter to come to be their mutts. In the blink of history this wound would heal. Your kids and their kids, they would thank you for it. If you only joined us.
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