One Tired Cat

My morning conversation with myself.

That cannot be my dang alarm.
I’m not sure where I’m at;
I just lay down, I swear I did,
I am one tired cat

Just give me four more hours,
Make that six. No – make it eight;
A little bit of napping, and
I’m sure that I’ll feel great

But ugh. The sun is coming up,
And I’m a stupid prat:
I need to go to work, but man –
I am
One tired
Cat

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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