Dog

You could have let sleeping dogs lie
But you had to beat them while they took their naps
You could have stroked me gently
and let me greet you by sitting in your lap
I asked you for you pristine cuizine-you gave me nothin but scraps
I've broken the leash now I'll get you back
I'm a canine
And your mine
And I'm gnawing on your insecurities in the middle of nowhere
I'm clawing, crawling on your climaxes
As the blizzard-the snow blares
Outside the kennel
Put me down if you want
Trim my ears
Cut my tail
Til I start to wail
But my methods masochistic and it never fails