Scutch My Dog, The Antigod & Me

SCUTCH MY DOG, THE ANTIGOD & ME

Seán Óg Gibson

Nobody knows which way the wind blows

When time stands still;

Writing false moments into known sonnets

Could make an honest man ill;

The world's eyes are woven on a loom of lies

But within the tallest fallacy

Hear the true truth of what once happened,

To Scutch my dog, the Antigod and me

There is a growing valley of definitions explaining the premonitions of masculinity

Long gone the old west, new conditions if we knew our missions, we could spare our sanity

Plunder and murder was few men's bread and butter, but add in immoral husbandry

And that unholy trinity was held tight securely, in the land of sinners preaching purity

Bring forth the modern day, the unholy trinity made room for masochism and promiscuity

Some men speak to say, we've lost our way, bring back nature and fill-in man's affinity

Reject femininity, embrace the nuclear family, and discover traditional sanguinity

Cus' it's the beeping phones that makes us dull drones, now mankind hath found his virginity

All I heard when I hit the curb, was "Roe v Wade, Depp v Heard and I'm finally over my ex"

"There's no girlbosses over Kyiv tonight, fight the new fight, I'll always have to pay for sex"

None such are the concerns of a boy and his dog, their intrests are a different conqest

They must confess, a walk, a dinner and a rest, that's an excitable boys idea of success

Now I never claimed a real man, but I've done things and those things I seen through

I've spoke my truth, I've fought my fights, but at heart I know I'll be outnumbered by 2

I used to idle and leer at the pitch, kick me the ball, I wouldn't know what to do

'Twasn't the fear of near injury, but the clear gap between what me and my peer knew

Scutch used to hide at the side of the breakfast line for morsels of bitters

As the runt of the litter, he suffered the brunt of the cruellest of the critters

A lone farm dog in a swarm of pointers bred by one of Irelands breeders

They clipped off his tail, in gun-dog training to mimic those goose hunting predators

My boy's no predator and I no soldier, but we went walking the prom at dawn regardless

The waves crashed, the dark foam splashed over black boulders in surplus

As if by imagination this jagged rock formation presented to me a rustic fortress

This heartless looking pass lead me down a wordless path of artless portraits

The wind began to cry, lightning split the sky and an untamed Damien-demons voice spoke

"Don't ask why or try to conside you've pushed your words beyond common folk-"

And the Devil appeared from an ugly nook and began to read a book hid from underneath his ragged cloak

"You think you know words? Write me a rhyme better than mine or I'll send your soul to Hell in a stroke"

"You're bad at your job, don't cry for God, I'll have you forever, you've slept your last slumber

Scoff as you like Meme God, you were sold a raw fraud, I always welcome a new prisoner

Postulate sin or virtue, with or without curfew, on a ship of loyalty over fear you're our soul mutineer

You reference folklore like a dyslexic keepin' score, once I incur you'll know my name is Saint Lucifer"

"Well shit Mr Satan, howdy doo", I harkened from my golden cider cannabis coincider dream

"You serenade sweet, ahead of the beat, its a feat to even meet you, but I can't join-in on this thing

Cus' uh the Government stole my poems and gray aliens got my phone and I busted up my hamstring

Let us off with a warning

Save it for the morning

The left wing, right wing

Or good old fashioned global warming

The Devil downright laughed, the cold rain slashed, "What a load of upright nonsense

You lose via cowardice now forgo your life license and realise your eternal death sentence

Go like the man you aren't, forget your art, go in silence unlike how you entered in the past tense"

I was truly afraid, our bed was made, I felt the dying of my sentience and the strangling of my conscience

But against the pistons in my mind, I saw a bright white light shine through the sky

Talk of mood swings, godly gold ribbons cast over tiny evil inklings, I swear to Dog and tell no lie

Not trying to beg, Scutch spring up on hind legs, as if to decry "G'head friend, give it a try"

Believe or deny, I evoke no lie, my dog spoke a man's voice and said aloud as if to defy

Then adjusting his cloak,

The Devil grimaced as my dog stood up and spoke;

"This little poet bitch is mine mister

Step it to me and find yourself a blister

So sock it to thee,

Cus' I assume you fuckin' know me

Of mud, clovers and Irish fog

My name's Scutch and I'm The Devil eatin' Dog

Now I've seen a wimp or two,

But I ain't never seen a better self pimped gigaloo

We would have passed you

We never

Even

Ever

Fucking asked you

You could'a given us a safe path through

Now I guess I'm just gonna have to

Tear you

A new

Blasted through

Toll hold

With a cajoled blowhole

Enrol the Devil's second new asshole"

And like the faded memories of life before conception

My feelings boiled to a head and then shattered in every direction

Because that Satan slayin' springer pounced right forth

And bit the neck of Lucifer with a rabid force

I barely stood in complete and utter shock

As my Demigod gobbling dog ate the entire fuck

Leaving only a keyless lock

To a sorry soul of what is now not

Nobody knows which way the wind blows

When time stands still;

Writing false moments into known sonnets

Could make an honest man ill;

The world's eyes are woven on a loom of lies

But within the tallest fallacy

You've heard the true truth of what once happened,

To Scutch my dog, the Antigod and me