Buddy was a damn good neighbor.
Smart, energetic with a heart of gold.
Give those neighbors what they want.
Put his wants on hold.
Hearts pump blood.
Not silver or gold.
And neighbors do what
Their blood hearts hold.
And not many hearts pump love.
They pray to a heaven above.
And prey on each other
So they don’t suffer
That “Do unto others” bullshit.
They take their balls home and quit
Any game they’re not winning
Cause gold hearts are sinning
In their eyes
There’s no prize
For loving their fellow man.
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