man and his dog

Man and his dog He awoke under the bed, and it had been his birthday drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering why Everything was so quiet The maid had been in when he slept, and everything was in order When did the guests leave, or had he partied with his teddy bear Being lonely since his dog died Looking out of the window, he saw many cars, and they had No drivers and some had open doors as if abandoned in haste, But what had happened? In a bakery/café, he had a sandwich of cheese and tomatoes, He made it himself since the lady who owned it The café was not there. It dawned on him that he was alone in the world, everything He didn't need to share his good fortune with anyone, Except for the cur outside that ran away and barked when seeing him He tried the Rolls-Royce that belonged to the mayor Yes, the ride was smooth, distracted by thoughts, he hit a lamp-post, But never mind, there were other cars around At an expensive restaurant where he once had dined, He made and made himself a hamburger with hot fries drunk on the most expensive red wine possible. The dog that had growled at him looked at him through the window, wagging tail, it knew he was the only one left to feed it Months went by, and the window, his life, was getting a bit onerous, just him and the dog following him around, getting fat from his overfeeding. He stopped shaving, showering, and wearing the same pants Since the day was endless anyway, why bother with personal hygiene When there was no pressure to conform Deeply depressed, he jumped from the top floor of a tall building to end it all. No such luck! He descended, slowly broke down, and cried freely as the dog was the only witness to his sadness Doomed to live forever, he lay down under the bed But before falling into Nirvana's arms, he got up again Someone had to feed the dog.