In the army of the dog
we pee all we can pee
the world is our toilet.
In the army of the dog
we bark all night
we already see it all in black and white.
In the army of the dog
we bite the hand that feeds
our eyes shine in your headlights
In the army of the dog
we will have our day
and we won’t have to see the Man about it.
I wrote this sometime during the reign of Dubya, circa 2005?