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Dave Bonta
War is a roar, a Vive le Roi
from one to another possessed servant
with the king’s lips.
The speakers suffer nothing more
than to be loyal, dutiful, faithful
and obedient ninepins.
No place to belong to,
every man is clerk of the signet.
Minister and army tell me
that pain is a present.
I play with you,
I stay with you,
I would do anything for you.
You are my master,
You and your family,
You treat me like one of your children.
Because I am.
But when times get rough and scary,
I act a little wack,
But I know you always love me,
Even when I attack.
I am your best friend,
And you are mine,
A bond stronger than all others,
I am,
Your dog.
If you wanted
astrology, I would
be an astrologer;
if you hoped for
music, a singer then.
As it was, you had
one wish only:
that I not
run away.