Scrap The Dog
He didn't have skin and he didn't have fur
He didn't exist in the way normal dogs were
Not much went on
In his little tin head
He spent most of his days in his baking tray bed
Scrap enjoyed his life
Living in his dump
Lots of places to sleep
And lots of appliances to hump
But one day the rain fell
And his limbs turned stiff with rust
And he had no choice but to watch
His metallic friends slowly coat with crust
Poem by Mimae Parker (C)
The music track in this video is “The Machine Won’t Start” from my latest EP “Scrap The Dog” now out on my Bandcamp page: https://mimae.bandcamp.com/album/scrap-the-dog
