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