When we were young – it was only a game
You would win – at everything
Chilhood rivalry – developed and grew
Games became battles – the I would always lose
Now you’re a big shot – controlling my life
Causing me nothing – but pain and strife
But I know your weakness – you haven’t a friend
Except from your puppy – who soon will be dead
Here is your puppy’s head
Your only friend – bloody red
It’s all your fault – it is dead
Tides have turned – now you lose
If you want the rest
It’s too late – there’s nothing left
Mangled poodle – makes good stew
I ruined your life – I laugh as I chew












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