Unwelcome

Gone are the days

When I had this home and the slaves

For myself.

Solitude, serenity, dignity,

Saw themselves out the door;

He won't stay put,

My slumber time is cut;

I've tried clawing, mewing, hissing.

He understands none.

Funny how these humans think

I like this fella 'round me.

I know this poem makes no sense

But hey, this life's such nonsense!

Now Slave #1's waving that box at us

To catch me with Who's A Good Boy,

This big ol' fool,

Coz my tolerating a lesser being

To them looks cool.

This and That