Go through that door
You'll never come back
The walls are bars
The floors are hard
People I've not met
Have judged me bad
They say it's my type
I can only be bad
Bred for money
Without a care
A needle awaits me
It's really not fair
So here I sit
Awaiting my fate
Through accident of birth
A Pit Bull I am.
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