Friday, March 9, 2012

Dirty Cat

What is it you think?
Laying on the bed
Like you own the place.

I can't help but to
Notice dirty fur.
You aint bathed in days.

What must it be like
To sleep through the day?
You haven't learned life.

You're at peace: a nap
To ease the pain of
The past few hours.

I'd sleep that way, too.
If God had made me
A dirty cat, too.

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