Mans Best Friend

Perhaps I'll go outside today 
if someone lets me out 
or maybe I'll just stay in bed 
and sleep a fair amount. 
I wonder whats for dinner 
or if I'll get a bath.. 
If somone will get mad at me 
for straying from the path. 

These walls are all around me
in this world of fog. 
Why couldn't I be human 
and not a blessed dog. 
Yes I'm a little Beagle. 
Cute as cute could be. 
A prisoner in this basement. 
Four walls made of concrete.

I don't get hot water 
or a fresh new set of clothes. 
I'm lucky if my master 
squirts me with a hose. 
So the next time you start whining 
cause you think your lifes so blue. 
Remember you brought it on yourself. I
t's all because your'e you!

Me I am a little prisoner 
and innocent at that. 
My life pretty much sucks 
but at least I'm not a cat.....

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