Listen bud
I am but one dog
of the small and mighty
in this fight

and we
are going to
bite your ankles
until you fall

and then
I will set upon you
with those
same friends

O fallen one
you have grown
so fat and sure
Before you fell

your ears had closed over
with fat
you couldn’t hear
the word “entitled”

over the sound
of your chewing
what you thought
you were “entitled” 

to devour
without a care for 
the wages
of your gluttony

Ooh that smell
How much time is left
Did we get to you
in time

to stop you
to end you
to eat you 
to pick you clean

We are
the small and mighty
You think
we’re just yapping now

That’s the sound
of hunger, bud
Hunger and memory
and of what will happen next