Tuesday, May 28, 2024

Destinations road

I met a Rabid dog on the road to my father.

Its crazy song & dance was rather a huge palaver.


The Rabid dog insisted my leg must have its poison bite.
It would be really offended if i put up any sort of a fight.

I immediately took my bow & quickly took my leave.
Mad ideology like this, there is absolutely no reprieve.


Its times like this its best to run, its best to hide.

Rabid dogs are filled with a madness & with much idiotic pride.


Rare times one has no choice but to stand & fight.
Put down Rabid dogs in the name of what is logic & what is right.