The Obedience School Drop Out

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The witch has a three headed dog
She picked out the best of the litter
Handed the breeder some glitter
And took him away to her home in the woods

Being three-headed was not a bad thing really
It simply meant he was three times as smart
And three times more alert than the regular dog
What with three brains, six eyes, and six ears
In other regions of the world
Only the gods have three heads

And are said to rule the three worlds

Astute as she was she understood this very well
But she raised him to become an attack dog
Not just to protect her
But to attack on command
Without conscience or even rational thought
Over time he became a harbinger of ruin
Everywhere she took him

Every where she goes

He stays by her side

And obeys her every command

Not because he loves her, no baby no

He just hates himself too much

To trust himself enough
To take charge of his own destiny

So he does what she commands him to

Kill the young, scare the elderly

Whatever

The less he favors himself

The more he doubts his own judgement

The more power she gains over him

She sets him up for failure
And she can, easily
Because all he does now is attack
Without thinking
He makes the mistakes she wants him to make

She waits for him to begin licking his wounds

And sprinkles a sparkly powder on them wounds

She speaks softly and asks

"Is the medicine working my big doggie woggie?"

Knowing all the while it was just arsenic and salt
She throws him a bone

A few hours after dinner time has come and gone

Master and dog are as happy as they are ever going to be

The only thing that soothes the soul of the beast is music

Lyrical intense intelligent beautiful music

Through the spring, summer, and early fall of his years

As the post harvest chill begins to settle into his bones
And he's baying at the moon

He hears the hounds of winter calling to him

"Come away with us"

The thrill of the hunt puts a blunt on the cold

He knows the woods better than before

He trusts his senses more than ever before

He's gone as fast as he can

Running with the hare

Hunting with the hounds

Not any more a beast than you or I 
                                                                                                    - SDG