Black Dog
Black Dog
Johnny was a quiet boy:
He lived by Rangar Wood.
Johnny’s mother loved him,
As all good Mother’s should.
Black dog what’s you purpose?
Just to howl at the moon?
To harass poor little Johnny;
Who’s time has come to soon.
Johnny had a Motor-bike,
And a helmet colored red.
He raced with all his buddies
Till Johnny turned up dead.
Black dog what’s your purpose?
Are you only here to fight?
To take away our Johnny;
In the stillness of the night?
He hit a patch of gravel,
Going quickly round a curve.
There wasn’t time to jump;
And there wasn’t time to swerve.
Black dog what’s your purpose?
Johnny’s just begun his life.
He left a crying Mother,
And a devastated wife.
"Keep it between the ditches".
Is what the people say.
To flying boys on Motorbikes;
Before they go away.
Black dog what’s your purpose?
When fine young people die?
They bleed-out on the highways,
While their loved ones cry.
Copyright © Wanda Daugherty | Year Posted 2019
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