Satellite Dish - A Poem

[Based on Bush' "Machinehead" and inspired by my time having to wear that cone collar so I wouldn't lick my knee stitches.]

[grunt arf grunt grunt arf]
[grunt arf grunt grunt arf]

Push left, push right
Claw left, claw right
Growl low

Snap left, snap right
Shove left, shove right
Growl low

Tied round my neck, a collar from heck
Why does it make you bipeds smile?
I sling to the left, I whip to the right
It's bigger than the Isle of Wight
For the love
Of Snoopy
Just because I tried to lick and nose my wounds.

Got a satellite dish tied around my neck
As I run, will I wreck.
To protect my scar, it surrounds my head.
I see red
Even though I'm color-blind.
Firmly does it bind ...

Can't run, can't see.
It's killing me.
This dish ...

Because of my surgery
I'll wear it 'til I'm thirty.
What did I do to anger the gods?
I growl and I whine,
Until it's my pill time.
Why'd I get hurt that time that I trod?
My knee is limp as squid,
Who can I kid?

Got a satellite dish tied around my neck
As I run, will I wreck.
Hobbling around around, with just three legs
Feel like dregs
As I catch it on the chair,
I wish it weren't there ...

(Give the biped hairy eyeball ...)

Whip left, whip right.
Snap left, snap right.
Tug hard
Tug hard
Tug hard.

Got a satellite dish tied around my neck
As I run, will I wreck.
We got HBO, channeled through my head
Where's my bed?
I just wanna rest.
This is too tough a test.
Satellite Head.

The biped slips it off,
For now I can relax.