The Scavenger

This for the stray dogs people don't mind

Every morning the sun warms your furless body

As you dream of rotten meat and spoiled spaghetti

Nobody has noticed you

It rains hard at night and the cold makes you blue

Hey, b***h

Why did you become stray?

You're as lonely as an old woman who's betrayed

By her children who thought she's useful no more

B***h, you're a mother dog and not a w***e

Hey, b***h

When the dark clouds hang above you do you wish it woud rainsome some fish?

Or do you wish they will rain drops of milk?

Is the shape of your stomach

As abstract as the works of Jackson Pollock?

It's difficult to sleep on gravel sheets

Hey, b***h

The Lord will soon bless you with another kind of meat

You will starve no more and you will see

That what you've been praying for

Will become a reality.