Bastard Dog

If I weren‘t such a bastard dog

And rotten to the core

Oafish in my impishness

With manners utmost poor

Piece of shit by means of wit

The saddest man in town

The narcissistic bag of rats

The king of sundered ground

Where it not for all I do,

And all I am, in truth

Then maybe I‘d be happier

But wherein lies the proof?