This world greeted Dog
with cold pavement to the face.
it'd planned to little live
And quickly leave the space.
Instead the general mass
of body, noise and face
saw fit to chain the newblood down,
And force it to disgrace.
"Experience the day to day,
the never ceasing race.
For material is all we need
Of spirit leave no trace."
In world there is no longer room
For transcendental grace.
So sit it down and shut its mouth,
Learn the Dog its proper place.