Dogs bark to warn or greet
And people, too, with stinking feet
They make you feel like worms.
Tiny men in warring gear
spit their words while
near your ear
And then they toddle off
Little Fraquad’s with puny shields.
Gruff and growling
bearing teeth, toothless,
really, when powers meet.
Folks without power will find a way
To wield whatever you’ll let them say
Thank goodness for those who need not be
More than others, ego free.
The canine few are sad to see
Please, shut up. You’re bothering me.
Someone feed the dog.