Grrr

I’m turning around and around before I sit
like a good dog in the old days did
when making a nest before we slept
was what we did
and our every bed was temporary 
I follow every habit into the dust where it belongs
Atavism is my slave master and only love
Growling at the other dogs who aren’t of my pack
Grrr, black one
Grrr, white one
I’m a brown one, don’t mess me up
Trying to settle down here the way I always have
Cats don’t even get on the field around here
That’s the only thing we agree on
Game on when there’s a cat
We all go nuts for that little killing thing
Then we all turn around a few times and go to sleep
Ready to pop an eye open for any encroachment
Grrr, brown one
Grrr, black one
I’m a big pure white one 
Love on my fur and snazzy teeth
We’re one big canine flash mob
Roll us out an instruction and we’ll show up
Pissing on everything in sight if we like it
Calling on the stock market to justify it
Call us the dogs of war if we’re green or gray enough
Call us rapers by nature if there’s heat enough
Call us good little puppies if we’re cute enough
Call it playing when we rip into each others’ flesh
Grrr, white one
Grrr, brown one
I’m a black dog looking for my own shade to shelter in
I’ve got my suit on
My badges and my gadgets
My portfolio and my ideology
Barking and snarling
Grrr, big one
Grrr, little one
Grrr, grrr, grrrrrrrrrr
Give me a minute to turn around before I settle
I’m a dog dammit shiny fanged and obedient
Blood in the mouth and a college degree
It doesn’t matter how many legs I walk on