In one end goes squashed brute,
Out of the other end comes pavement-turd,
And in-between is a mangy, bad-breathed,
Spittle-mouthed bounding baboon
Slobbering your face off as the grinning owner stands by waiting for applause.
Interchangeable, dog and owner,
Though the bigger fool is the one at the other end of the lead
Demanding unconditional love, subservience,
And craven idolatry.
Shoot them all, owners and dogs,
Put them in cans
And feed them to cats.
Take a guess as to whether or not I like dogs.