all the pups

All the pups in the southeast
You'll be left
As far from right as our conscious can push
You'll be unkept and left with a chain
A chain to remind you
Of how we care, infinitely


As the months pass, you'll only matter more
As much as we can concieve
As much care as we can lend

Such selfish beings to cradle and to hate within the week
Tortured fools
Eating our best mates only to pet and mam when we crawl into our homes later in the a.m.