The People's Cube - Political Satire

**7/14/2014, 10:10 pm**

Well, sometimes I sneak out without Mooch
And I look around for waiters
And I scan all of the food that's on the menu
And stop cold-dead on that dog burger

‘Cause since I've escaped home
Well, my body craves all foods
And I'm gonna chow, chow, chow
Before Mooch comes–hunts me down

Hope they bring me Rover
And make me pooch del-icacies
Why doesn't Mooch stop countin' calories?
Calories, calories, calories

Are there kibbles in that pail?
Gonna eat all that's for sale
I must keep a good eye out—

I know I am my biggest fan
Hoped you'd found the right man
Guess I sure fooled ya!

I can fly anywhere
But I haven't got a pair
And I'm so lazy

Doggie burgers tastes so fine
My mind drifts back to fonder times
Butchering Fido

Since I came to shore
Well, my backers they want more
Tax you all out of your cash
That's where I get all my stash

Want more doggie right here
Bring me a big gigantic beer
Why doesn't Mooch just ignore calories?
Calories, calories, calories

Well, sometimes I sneak out without Mooch
And I look around for waiters
And I scan all of the food that's on the menu
And stop cold-dead on that dog burger

‘Cause since I've escaped home
Well, my body craves all foods
And I'm gonna chow, chow, chow
Before Mooch comes–hunts me down

Hope they bring me Rover
And make me pooch del-icacies
Why doesn't Mooch stop countin' calories?
Calories, calories, calories
Calories, oh calories, calories, calories
Why doesn't Mooch stop countin' calories?

**7/15/2014, 7:56 am**

Ah yes... I miss those glorious days when Fido and Rover were in the rations. They really were good dogs

**7/15/2014, 3:47 pm**

I, too remember those halcyon days Comrade. Do you remember the song that we used to sing to express our joy .. which was taught to us by the Dear Leader himself?

I'm lunching over a sauteed Rover
That's been overcooked before
The first cut was Spaniel, the second Great dane
Third was a poodle that lived down the lane
No use disdaining, one cut remaining
Was Samoyed from next door
I'm lunching over a four course Rover
Repast I've had before

I'm a believer, in grilled retriever
Like Lola served to me before
First light the coals and stoke up the flame
Then serve with rice and watch the ball game
No need for agua, to chase chihuahua
A new taste to explore
I'm a believer, in grilled retriever
Cause Lola grilled it up before

**7/15/2014, 9:30 pm**

Oh My Gosh Callmelennie! That is hilarious!

**7/16/2014, 12:09 pm**

What can I tell you, Comradess; something about this topic just brings out the competitive juices in me -- but seriously, Comradesses and vermin, I have done two other songs on this topic that are no less and no more equal than this one. Here is one I stole from the hardest working man at the treatment center, James Brown

Come here, Barry ... Lola's at the grill
You're gonna flip ...Over this new breed, Bar
It ain't blue crab
Lola's grilled a brand new Lab

Come here, Obama ... And dig this crazed cuisine
It ain't too fatty ... In fact, the cut is pretty lean
It ain't stone crab
Lola's grilled a brand new Lab

He's preparing jerk ... He's ready to fry
He'll rub some sauce .. You know it won't taste dry
It stews like monkey .. With mashed potato
Jump back, Barrack .. And you'll get some Spaniel later

Come here, Barry ... Fido's on the grill
You're gonna dig .. This new breed, Bar
It ain't blue crab
Lola's grilled a brand new Lab

Lola .. He's gotta quirk
Lola .. He's prepping jerk
With a curry twist .. Just like this
He's doing the fry ... Every day and every night
The thing .. Is like a pooch chow mein

Hey, chow down
Hey Bar, chow down ...