The
bulldog runs
Around
the compound
He
feels happy
Puffing
and saliva flowing
He
gets his wishes
The
line of his design
The
territories he wants
He
wants to control
The
other small dogs
They
will obey and stand behind
They
lick their lips
dreaming
of the meat bones
The
cats don't agree
They
jump from chair to chair
This
isn't fair at all
We
don't get our share
But
the bulldog barks
“I
am the one man show
There
is no room for more”
The
cats meow scatch the chairs
“We
see you in the polls
Maybe
you will realize
The
cats have balls to fight
The
share shouldn't be deprived”
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