Morphological Blurt
I had a very active puppy I named Blurt. My brother asked me if he could have it. Because I had decided to join the military, I said OK. When I came home to visit my brother and Blurt, I was told the sad news that Blurt had ran away. I immediately went around the neighborhood looking for him. No luck. I've never told my brother this, but I have always suspected that he dumped Blurt. I was thinking about Blurt today and decided to write some lyrics in his honor. Blurt, if you are still alive, know you were loved.
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Verse 1.
I found a dog in a ditch
by the road.
The owner split. Left him there
I supposed.
I put the dog in a box.
Rode my bike.
Cut through the park. It was dark,
late at night.
I laid the box on the bed
in my room.
I took him out. Rubbed his head.
Flash bang! Heard a boom.
Chorus.
Morphological Blurt.
Take his paw
and you're off
on a fantasy ride.
Of course it will hurt.
Flesh and bones
acetone.
Take the shape of new life.
But what it's all worth.
You'll have a chance
to advance,
to become a canine.
Be an expert
on all the dog dirt
with the help of,
walk the trail of,
Ruff! Ruff!
Morphological Blurt.
Verse 2.
I stuck my nose in a big pile
of poop.
I gave the butt of a Doberman,
a smooch.
I chased a cat up a tree
just for fun.
Ran to the beach. Dug a hole.
Caught some sun.
I swiped some meat from a store
on my block.
Somebody yelled. Stop thief!
And now, the cage is locked.
Chorus.
Morphological Blurt.
Take his paw
and you're off
on a fantasy ride.
Of course it will hurt.
Flesh and bones
acetone.
Take the shape of new life.
But what it's all worth.
You'll have a chance
to advance,
to become a canine.
Be an expert
on all the dog dirt
with the help of,
walk the trail of,
Ruff! Ruff!
Morphological Blurt.
Verse 3.
I cried myself to sleep
the first night.
Refused the food. I went on
a hunger strike.
I bit the hand of the man
with the keys.
I raised my leg, sprayed his shoes
with my pee.
I barked and growled just as loud
as I could.
Take me back, you clowns
to my old neighborhood!
Chorus.
Morphological Blurt.
Take his paw
and you're off
on a fantasy ride.
Of course it will hurt.
Flesh and bones
acetone.
Take the shape of new life.
But what it's all worth.
You'll have a chance
to advance,
to become a canine.
Be an expert
on all the dog dirt
with the help of,
walk the trail of,
Ruff! Ruff!
Morphological Blurt.
Verse 4.
I would have died in the pen
had it not
been for the girl with the grin.
This little tot,
she picked me out. Took me home.
Gave me love.
She has a kind-hearted soul,
a turtle dove.
I lick her face every chance
that I get.
Want her to know. Not forget.
I'm proud to be her pet.
Chorus.
Morphological Blurt.
Take his paw
and you're off
on a fantasy ride.
Of course it will hurt.
Flesh and bones
acetone.
Take the shape of new life.
But what it's all worth.
You'll have a chance
to advance,
to become a canine.
Be an expert
on all the dog dirt
with the help of,
walk the trail of,
Ruff! Ruff!
Morphological Blurt.
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