Dancing Dogs

 Make way for the Dancing Dogs,

As they yip and cavort with glee,
Dancing in their hobnailed boots,
On the Graves of society.

While the wind blows leaves asunder,
And the moon above stares down,
The echoes carry inside us
Like the laughter of a clown.

Make way for the Dancing Dogs ,
They are coming from all sides,
And they are promising everything one could want,
With no regard for rising tides.

It’s a maelstrom by this reckoning,
And you’d be wise to be afraid,
Because the Dancing Dogs won’t stop their hunt,
Until all the debts are paid