by Nick Gisburne
The passive mind is easily possessed
And yet its vile corrupter fails to see
The host, though vacant, may not serve him best
A problem for a demon such as he
Inhabiting the body of a fool
He finds no easy outlet for his rage
A travesty, a disappointing tool
The brain and body struggle to engage
The muddle of the mind in which he parks
Is utterly impossible to train
Ferocious growls and agitated barks
A madness even he cannot contain
And pissing, fiercely, hard, against a log
He knows, at last, his victim is a dog
