But I say a lot
In my eyes, my run, the sniff
Sniff
Sniff
Of my nose, rhyme-time-sublime with the wag of my...
TAIL!
Aw hell, there goes a ball,
Round as the world, but with so more
joy
(more joy than a boy with a toy,
i can rhyme, too cus I feel the spark
us dogs, we do, we do)
Cus that's what I know, a thing you may lack
lack
lack
Because you're mind...or brain, I never knew which was the same...it
WORKS
TOO
WELL
Works as good as a nuke, or a gun, or...what do they call it?
Wars?
But there's my ball again, rolling and rolling like life rolls on.
I'm better than you, and you're sorrow, and cries
Even your creation, who cares when soaked with lies
LIES
....lies
Yet best thing about the wag of the tail, the feel of the fur
Is I complete you. I can't heal the pain, the violence, the flaws
But I can catch the ball and replace the tears
With happiness slob.
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