Dead Doll

dog has sight feels pain sorry 
not quite as dumb as they seem 
with or without god's poor judgment 
screams just the same to me 
leave it up to government 
medicine speeds your life away 
who shot the cat in the hat 
to experiment is insane 
fetching bones from the government food bowl 
never was a dog's best friend 
license to kill 
look behind the sentient line 
what's alive feels the heat of the flame 
the fascist mask media blinds 
what's perceived through the tunnel of pain 
through slight of hand no one reprimands 
the research gone astray 
forgotten flesh we're bottle-fed 
on a need-to-know basis 
teaching lies the little dog cries 
the tears of the quiet one's 
license to kill 
(cuts his crap?) 
(cuts his dung?) 
wisdom's race false delight 
to kill time and time again 
tube down the neck 
flesh pulled back 
to crawl underneath the skin 
the corporate death no sentiment 
the pain sustained at will 
they preach on high morals lie 
in this farce called vivisection 
what research finds as the animal dies 
never did a goddamn thing 
license to kill