To Keep Away the Blues Avoid the News
Tsk, tsk, tsk, will people never learn,
this is ludicrous, can they not discern?
We cats are not owned by the human, you see;
they are subject to us, it’s the best way to be.
Cat wisdom dictates that humans belong
to the cats that live with them, it’s been all along.
Yet they still believe that we are their pets,
it’s time to take them to the head-shrinking vets!
They must learn who is boss, in the house
or they may start thinking the head is the mouse.
They are such a pathetic and confused lot;
this human species, cats, they are not!
What would become of us, without human’s money?
I dread the thought, it will not be funny.
No TP, no box, no gravel, no news;
Oh geez, I can’t stand it, I’m getting the blues.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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