You can be a hound
if you make a vicious sound,
take a gigantic bound,
give your master what you’ve found,
weigh 100 times a pound,
and bit the heads off of the crowned.
You can be a mac
if you organize a stack,
and you bring the data back
in a neat little sack.
You can be a cat
if your favorite food is rat,
if you like to take a nap
and bury all your crap.
You can be George Bush
if you’re brain is made of mush,
or if you like to lie
and your words are always dry,
or maybe if you cheat
and you think you are elite,
When you’re hungry for world power
and what you get tastes sour,
when you look for things that don’t exist
and make up a myth about them being lost in the Myst,
or when you are hated by the wise
while others ignorantly eat up your lies.
You can be anything…
when you try.
