Of all the things I miss the most-
Is my dog.. Not knowing kills me!
Is he fed? A soft bed? As I coast
Through time behind bars I can see
How unfair it is to him
The bitch, nay! Not the dog,
But the twat that put me here -
Holds everything I call dear-
In her twisted hands. How unfair,
Is it to bear the unknown!?
My computer, guitars, and Amp
Are all caught in the crossfire of her lies!
To think, no! To struggle against all odds-
Of the horrors that dwell within, buys-
But one more day without my dog
I miss him so! God only knows, why-
The pigs believed their lies.
Oh! Because I have the penis......
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