Russ, My Loyal Dog, Mine is Thy Sweet Revenge and May You Rest In Peace Now: A Poem

Oh once I had a dog,
His name was Russ.
He ran across the road,
And was hit by a bus.

I ran to his side, screaming
bloody murder in my head.
Bus driver climbs out, drunkenly,
"Doggunit, yer dog is dead!"

So, I took out my six-shooter,
By society's laws I'm not bound.
I blew out his brains, and watched
Them splatter to the ground.

So, the moral of this story
Is simple but it's true.
If you run over my pooch,
This motherfucka gonna kill you, too!

 

Yeah! BAD KARMA DUDE! Keep you eyes on the road and your hands up and onna the wheele. Back at the road house we gonna have a real Good time