Lapdog

Lapdog


Lapdog sitting at the crotch of the king
He thinks he's the one in control.
Bays to the moon with a silver spoon
By lives expended untold.
Neutered in the back
By a dung sodden hack
Who claims he is leige to the throne,
Lapdog licks at the killing floor
Blood of countless souls unknown.
He thinks he's pedigreed
But anyone can see
That he's just another mutt -
A plaything for the nut
Who sits at the head of the table,
Thinks the crumbs are steak
But they'll break him just the same
When the master gets tired of the game


~Darkling Plain, Mar. 31, 2007