I guess, at one point,
I did believe in people,
but that was ages ago,
ions away
back before they abandonned me
for business,
a world I coukd never
comprehend;
So I left them. I had
no intention of trailing behind,
wathcing them scour and succeed,
hoping like a dog that they'd throw
an extra bone
my way.
But people like them, the Business Breed,
they don't gnaw and nibble, they devour
good, honest people; mutts like me,
we're only ment to scour the piles of
freshly-soulless flesh.
This ain't no Business Breed,
I ain't no dog, either, so I make
my own way,
somewhat of a vegetarian
in this
dog-eat-dog,
Business Breeds' world.
They abandonned me,
I abandonned them.
I left in turn for machines,
though the two are still so very simialr.
Its the little things though.
A machine was never meant to make no promise,
never supposed to tell truths, can't tell no lies.
Just does its duty, no strings attatched,
no failed expectations.
I ain't no puppet,
nor puppet master.
Strings don't suit this mutt;
Tears and Grime
the Ugly Side,
That's my place, that's my side.
