dog day
You need your way,
You need to slay,
You target your prey
With intent to correct.
Your mute roars,
Your insomniac snores,
Your peace is war,
Just as you expect.
You got where you are
With a ripping bar
A ballot box rusted shut,
People with their hands up
Meaning to be holding golden keys.
Outstretched hopes,
Outstretched dreams,
Dead end gropes,
Strangled screams,
Lie buried in the cover-up of your decrees.
You want it every way.
People blank to what you say.
Thinking they don’t have to pay.
Every sign pointing no way.
Every dog a mangy stray
In the depth of your travesties.
Now rain pours down
On your high ground
That can’t be found
On the high ground of respect.
Foundations are exposed bare;
They never were really there,
Never anywhere that hearts can detect.
Somewhere is the potion
To awake your sleeping lotion.
Your profound notion
Is to drown every ocean.
You want it every way.
People blank to what you say
And who don’t expect to pay.
But every dog has its day.
You threw us one too many bones.
The lynchpin that was your own.
You should have thrown one too few.
You thought you knew what you knew.
You should have known cows say, “moo”.
Now why don’t you just pass on through?
You train kamikaze seals.
Ride on wheels made of souls and steel.
Destroy the feel between fake and real,
Not expecting to pay back anything.
Dry land let you stand
Above the millions in the stands
Who you counted as your fans
Not seeing that time also swings for the king.
You want it every way.
People blank to what you say.
Who don’t expect to pay.
But every dog has its day.
You threw us one too many bones.
The lynchpin that was your own.
You should have thrown one too few.
You thought you knew what you knew.
You should have known cows say, “moo”.
Now why don’t you just pass on through?
Well that rain is driving hard
Drowning out your hole card.
It’s all floating away
Into your yesterday.
Now that sweet rain is here to stay
Cause every dog has its day.
You threw us one too many bones
Not seeing that one was your own..
You should have thrown one too few.
You thought you knew what you knew
You should have known cows say, “moo”.
Now why don’t you just pass on through?