sittin' on the toilet bowl,
pinchin' off a log;
tryin' my best to pen a poem,
my mind's a funky fog!
in walks our stupid cat,
rubbin' against my leg;
always meowin' for something to eat,
never too proud to beg!
in walks another,
with the same malicious approach;
pacin' the floor in front of me,
like a nervous football coach!
soon another joins the duo,
i now have an audience of three;
six lil' eyes constantly glarin',
burnin' a hole through the center of me!
"okay, okay, i'll feed ya'll!",
a moral victory i suppose;
today is only the beginning,
tomorrow i'll keep the door closed!