So I’ve been told
From stories very old
Dark, cruel and mysterious
this God called Sirius.
They say, “when he rises he reigns,
tortures, burns and abstains
everyone from joy and cheer
Oh, Dog days are near!”
In those days, they’d search for us
Cringingly create a royal fuss!
Caught the usual beige & browns
Sacrificed us for their stupid crowns.
And while I sit in this sun
thinking what had we done?
Why simply call US names
& pull us in their silly games
Oh the Gods & his delirious men
How do I explain time and again!
Leave your tales to yourselves
Write & store them in your shelves.
Think of better stories to tell,
Let us relax in this hot hell.
Just wait for dark clouds to come,
So that they black out this burning sun!
