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It is I, a Dog I was born in the streets of Malibu, You have perhaps heard that name a couple of times, They say the world's hottest parties go on out there, But for me, there was only cold snow..... As for my appetite, I had to do with some stale meat loaf, That the local butcher used to throw away from a back door, That is if I was lucky; otherwise... use your imagination. Then there was Mat, who tried often to steal that too, He was a one frail, starved and crazy cat, but it is not in my nature to show mercy, So I fought it off, often with a few scratches here and there. It hadn't always been this way; there was Jerry I remember... There was his cosy bed, there were his many games too, My friends (I don't know where they are now) were jealous because I lived with Jerry, Or maybe because I lived in a house that resembled a palace, They kept me as a 'pet'; They called me 'Deutsche': whatever that meant, But then I got too old, they thought, I wasn't 'fit' any more to be a pet, "You can always get yourself a new one", Jerry's mom's said, "These things come and go, this one is too stupid and old for your games now..." Sure enough, I found myself on the Malibu street: 48B once again, A place for tattered old buildings, garbage cans and unfortunate selves like myself. It has been seven years since that winter's night... I was taking a casual walk along the denser forest road some way off from Malibu, That was where the six hounds caught me off my guard, and laid an ambush, I don't know their reasons, only that they came at me from everywhere; But it is not in my nature to turn tail and run, so I went for one's throat, And split it open, blood streamed down like in a mystical stream on to that moonlit jungle path, Perhaps they had never seen their own blood before... they ran away. It was a week from then that I finally admitted to having sustained serious injuries, I remember that night- an exceptionally cold night; the following morning- I never woke up. So that was the story of my life, But do you humans care? I'll tell you what.... I didn't make this trip back up for nothing: It was to say that I see a bit of 'me' in 'you', way too much to say sooth, You too are selfish, cruel, merciless and every other thing you can think of, In common dog-speak, my story is pretty much yours too; All that 'you and your humanity' has come to: A Dog's Life... You still think I am talking about a dog?
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