The indisputable Rasputin was a dutiful dog,
In terms of couch, food and sleep he was a venerable hog,
Slow to react, living the life of a log.
Assuredly he's Rasputin, the Indisputable dog.
Rasputin's owner, the considerable loner,
An Author, a drunk, heavy user of toner,
Would topple his drinks, his papers blotched.
All while Rasputin sat and watched.
The owner sat eating, composing a note,
Rasputin paid atttention, willing, devote.
The owner showed no mind, clearing his throat,
"This isn't democracy, you don't get a vote."
The next day Rasputin while out on a walk,
Indisputably heard some indistinguishable talk.
Rasputin twisted and let out a squawk,
Free from his lead he ran for a block.
The running owner closer the distance,
Showing some esteem persistence,
For without this alarming instance,
Excercise is met with great resistance.
In the alley the owner met two men and a knife,
One relieved his wallet, the other his life.
As the owners life was permanently botched,
The indisputable Rasputin sat and watched...