Dogs and Cats

 
They’re eating the dogs, they’re eating the cats
They’re probably being served with a side of rat
I bet they’ve been told they’re consuming the bats
It’s the kind of head gear you’d get from an ass hat

They’re deep-frying hush puppies and grilling kittens
And if they’re baking don’t forget to bring some mittens
It’s like swinging at a web in the face that suddenly hit you
Hungry and thirsty for more hair of the dog that bit you

They’re roasting the wieners with a side of feline
Expecting to see hundreds out in the street waiting in line
They’re a footing the bill for something they can’t score
Like trolls and incels who have never eaten pussy before

They’re broiling the tabbies and barbecuing the hounds
They’re devouring all the little animals by the pounds
Everything being yelled from the podium causes a stir
What’s next, they’re making coats with the leftover fur?

They’re eating the pets so says the great master debater
But to the world he sounds like a verbal masturbator
Spouting and shooting off at the mouth whenever he can
All because the stable genius has concepts of a plan