The
backyard full of rubbish
The
running dogs never go to lick
It
is beneath their station of lives
They
are the thorough breeds
When
they bark
The
lopsided venom it causes
The
backyard of its own
They
forget how it looks
The
running dogs of many sizes
They
have their own agenda and profiles
They
don't collect their bad habits
They
expect others to do it
They
sing the same song
They
say the same thing all over again
When
ask have they opened their backdoors?
They
can't give a straight answer
No comments:
Post a Comment