I think of my so called masters as necromancers, mind benders, masters of smoke and mirrors, they feed me propaganda, Im sick at their feet.

The following is not aimed solely at politicians it is also aimed at all manner of media, that try to control.

I’m Nobodies Pet.

I’m nobodies pet I’m not domesticated
By my so called master I will not be dictated
Don’t offer me walkies, I just will not go
Don’t ask me to play dead, I will just say no

Never, ever ask me to beg I will not comply
Never ask me to sit, and I will never lie
If you want an obedient pet you must find another
I will not be quieted, or placated, oh, no, no big brother

Dogs they aways seek love from their master
This sycophantic way of life to me would be disaster
So Mr hunter, don’t ask me to fetch your prey
I hope I get the opportunity to bite your hand one day.

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I am totally against violence in any way shape or form, so the biting of the hand in the above is completely metaphorical.

all words Meadowhead Bard.