Let the Fur Fly
by MrDaMan
Virgil R Hall II (Randy)

It’s the dog eat dog raw meat
exposed by tooth and claw
the salty taste of blood in the street
of nerves frayed and raw

let the fur fly

incendiary tongues
on the salt lick
of open wounds
with fire in the belly and
shattered pieces of soul
splintered radicalism
feeding the habit
conforming to
rock’n roll

It’s the dog eat dog raw meat
exposed by tooth and claw
fire in the belly
shattered pieces of soul
incendiary tongues
lashing at the salt lick
of open wounds
and minds torn
between heaven and hell

let the fur fly

peace is not the keeper
judged irrelevant
by the pack
all debts are paid
to the flesh
to the ego’s choice
to the pain
arriving too late
for comfort
it’s the seed
of the master
biting the hand
that feeds

let the fur fly

Lickin our wounds on dogday afternoons
incendiary tongues lashing at the salt lick
of open cuts… and minds torn between
heaven and hell

Fire in the belly, shattered pieces of soul
splintered radicalism
conforming to rock’n roll

let the fur fly