When we were young — it was only a game
You would win — at everything
Chilhood rivalry — developed and grew
Games became battles — the I would always lose
Now you’re a big shot — controlling my life
Causing me nothing — but pain and strife
But I know your weakness — you haven’t a friend
Except from your puppy — who soon will be dead
Here is your puppy’s head
Your only friend — bloody red
It’s all your fault — it is dead
Tides have turned — now you lose
If you want the rest
It’s too late — there’s nothing left
Mangled poodle — makes good stew
I ruined your life — I laugh as I chew