I hear old dogs
out howling
something desperate
such basic hunger
other raging dogs
rabid pack animals
raving into howling 
something unfavourable
not just simply starving
more virtual howling
anointed with sour
dressing obstinate greed
moreover each personal
appointed wobbly need
pointedly messing up 
more of everything
hobbling irrational serfdom
bejeweled bitches whining
their perversion defining
every foolish kingdom
disappointment stinging
dry bitch bags
unable to feed
pups and whelps
those ragged hags
vying to remain rich
defining maga help
armies of tag teams
wild howling dogs
some shot up
shut up into bleeding
others ground up
flagrant errant bombs
lover's of tombstone tanks
rolling over them
mortars speaking loudly
back and forth again
roaring unnatural language
old howling dogs 
perhaps finally understand
all this futile war
brutal feudal screams
crude war dogs fear
explosions breaking bones
drones causing moaning
oddly rattled bearings
shattering Sodom's prattle
vicious grinding gears
Gomorrah's battle mind
defeated bleeding soldiers 
wishing they were home
relishing Babushka's perogies
instead of daily feasting
on personal excrement
splattering impersonal trenches
neat piles of resentment
scattered here and there
a rapid collection
relentless aggravating
those constant grenades
more frontline perfume
navigating bitter bullets
death enhanced by gravity
mortal aroma entranced
within that battle stench
pulling life down
into shattered pits
still a smattering
of ratchet howling
old dogs licking
mad hatter wounds
while young dogs
lay there bleeding out
as wretchedness sounds
a fetching recipe
for every battle call
but those old dogs
far from frontlines
keep relatively safe
entrenched in deep bunkers
for each bleak breakfast
they drink vodka neat
speak in foreign tongues
so no sane person
understands or hears
all their demented howling
making our floundering world
shake and virtually spin
ripping out quaking hearts
each token dead body
etched by broken souls
every dreadful soldier dog
once alive and howling
screaming and scowling
at each blood red moon
those old assaulting dogs
crowned by scalding battle
their unenlightened war
presidents and generals
drowning in delight
all that gold braid offal
such degrading ballroom light
huddled masses
astounded by this gore
afraid of losing innocence
reticent because of war
still old dogs howling
aided by excreting horrid
shouting exalted evil
speaking dead meat lies
such morbid humanity
shrieking orwellian hate
all their bloody flags
tellingly draped around
war's fruitless state
howling old dogs
touting propaganda
so freaking loudly
in their hatchet fight
all their sinful execution
grinning followed closely
by their rabid bite

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