Stray

This time I'll write of joyous little puppies,

I play with little puppies cuz I killed all my guppies.

Puppies are filled with love and innocence,

too bad they get abandoned, good luck and good riddance.

Now they're cold, lonely, and scared;

Their hearts have been broken, they won't be repaired.

This wouldn't have happened if someone simply cared,

any attachment to people has been brutally teared.

Now where are these poor little puppies to go?

They'll probably suffer death, painful and slow;

one was hit by a car, a fatal blow.

One puppy was left and its hatred will grow,

his life is rough and he lives on the street.

He steals food, he's learned to be discreet.

To his misfortune he gets no sympathy,

his malnutritioned muscles wither and atrophy.

He needs to do something now, he needs to be fed,

if he doesn't; like the rest he'll be dead.

Once he tried to beg from a lady and this is what she said,

"come back here again and I'll make you bloody red",

from these vile creatures he could get no support,

so with the desperation of hunger the dog did retort.

He jumped on the lady ravaging her flesh,

her meat turned into a meal; killed fresh.

Maybe she shouldn't have been so selfish and rude,

the dirty old hag has been turned into food.

There turned out to be a use for humans after all,

now his stomach is a bit less small.

Human meat makes a good meal,

and killing for food is a good deal.

Because of cruel people he could have died young,

they deserve to be snacks upon his tongue.

He already laid waste to one low life c**t,

and now there's lots more victims to hunt.

Out of hatred a killer's been born,

This could have been prevented if he wasn't so forlorn.

For this lost puppy it's all too late,

he's lived a life drowned in hate,

in the real world there's no clean slate,

soon someone will meet their gory fate.

He couldn't believe what his eyes next laid upon,

he saw a sight so sick and so wrong,

his previous owner; that worthless hog,

he's prancing around with another dog.

He's never felt so betrayed and so broken,

it's as if what was left of his vacant heart was ripped open.

Permanent dormancy of love in his soul, and now his rage has awoken;

in a matter of seconds the new doggy is dead, his fur is blood soaken.

The speechless owner couldn't stop the fight,

his beloved companion's been slain in pure bloodthirsty spite.

He kicked the dog but he didn't have the right,

the fool soon had regret when his jugular got a bite.

Now owner and dog make dinner and dessert,

two wrongs don't make a right; now everyone's hurt.

Once again he's fed but his soul's just empty space,

no love, care or warmth, not even a trace.

A reflection of loneliness in his dirty mangy face,

this is life, not even a rare case.

This is what happens when love that should have been there is carelessly hurled,

a should have been great life was twisted and curled,

a hopeless dark life, before our eyes has been unfurled,

say hello and smile to the cruel cold world.