I like cats, I truly do
I buy them food then clean up their poo
I am their father, and I love them so
Do they love me back, sometimes I don't know
But it matters not, my love is unconditional
In my family such love is traditional
I'm a cat person and I am proud of that
My best friend is a dog, but my son is a cat

"Hey, would you like to be with me"

"I don't know what you're asking, or what that would be"

"I don't know, but I think we should give it a try"

"But I guess my question is still just Why?"

"Well I think you're swell and I like you a lot"

"Then give it a try, we ought"

I’m trying to do good, to be good, I’m trying to try.
I want to be decent, kind, nice, a good guy.
I’ll be a person people can trust, a person on which all can rely.
I’ll try to be honest, sincere, genuine and I will not lie.
I’ll be respectful of others and their business, I won’t pry.
I’ll keep to myself, but I won’t be shy.
I’ll speak my mind to people and look in their eyes
This all seems unrealistic, my hopes are indeed high
But maybe with all that open space, I’ll find I can fly
And maybe I’ll find other people who think like I
Maybe I’ll join these people I find in the sky.
And maybe they will know why
Why is it so hard to be a good guy

I am all I am because of them
My good they’d praise, my bad they’d condemn
I learned all I know through what they taught
While it’s true there were problems, while it’s true we fought
That too made me stronger, for I knew how to fight.
Through their guidance I learned wrong from right.
I no perfect person though because neither were they.
And while I listened to them and all they had to say.
I also learned the importance of finding one’s own way.

Why’d it have to be me? I say with a whimper
Sometimes I wish life was just a bit simpler
I have a good life don’t get me wrong
But these days, the days just seem too long
I know compared to others there’s nothing to compare
But whoever you are sometimes life isn’t fair
I shouldn't complain, but I feel like I'm fighting alone
The answer to the pain is yet to be known
But that's life right? Long, hard, and then you're dead
That's what she said

I don't like doing things
But I do them anyway because the benefits they bring
See when you do things other things occur
It's not the ideal system, any other I'd prefer
When you do things people become glad
and often when you don't they become mad
So yes, doing things may be hard, difficult, and tough
But doing things, changes the world
So you should do all that stuff

I don't know about you, but I'd love not to study
I'll do fine without, I've always been lucky
I needn't be a genius, or get straight A's
I don't need that attention, or any praise
Studying is an ability I have yet to aquire
I try sometimes, but quickly I tire
So I don't think I'll study, I'll just go with the flow
Now you may call me stupid, dim-witted, or slow
But I'll do what I'll do and have a good time
Life should be a ride, not always a climb

The Sun yelled to the Moon, "fight me, I dare you."
As day turned to night, both came into view.

"I will not fight, we are brothers you and I"
"And like it or not we must share the big sky"

The Sun sneered, "The sky is too small"
"I give the earth life, I deserve it all"

"I control water, the most powerful force"
"Without me life could not be, though yes you are the source."

"I give them energy, I give them sight."

"Yes, but you must agree most fun occurs at night."

"With you comes terror, fear, horror, and fright."

The Moon took a breath, "Sun, you are burning too bright"
"Do you really think it's a good idea to fight"
"Maybe you're just tired, take a break, rest your eyes"
"I'll cover for you, and then you can rise."

Work is hard, work is tough
It ain't easy, it's all rough

You wake up too early, you come home too late
This is a smelly pit stop on the road to your fate

There's sweat on your forehead, your pits, and your ***
Everything more expensive now, clothes, heat, food, and gas

The people you deal with have no care to be nice
Will you get a break today, a roll of the dice

Your coworkers are tools, your boss is a ****.
But I guess that is why it is called work

I am lonely, I am lonely
For I have no one to see

I am lost, I am lost
for I have no where to be

I am still , I am still
For I have nothing to do

I am sad, I am sad
For I miss you

I am happy, I am happy
For I've got what  I got

I am grateful, I am grateful
For there are so many who have not.

Her favorite song was awful and she'd play it everyday
No matter her effort, my taste in music would not sway

Now she's gone, her music too
And to hear that ****** song once more there's nothing I wouldn't do.

I believe in a number of things
Horses, gators, even mammals with wings
I believe that a bird and a rat, got cozy one night
and that became that
that as in bat
a bat became that
from the bed of a bird and a rat.
the bird saw the rat being chased by the cat
that they had in common, the cat was a brat
So they chatted and chatted, till the chat became flat
I haven't a bed, but I do have this mat, said the rat.
This mat will do, the bird said as she sat.
soon that became that
that as in a bat
a bat became that
from the bed of a bird and a rat.

Hope, there is hope, I've seen her with my eyes.
To know hope, one needs not be smart, sharp, nor wise.
One needs to know how to fight, how to fight the good fight.
Because at the end of every tunnel, no matter how dark, there is always light.
Light for the future, the present, the past.
But the light will fade, if one does not act fast.
One must stay strong, plant yourself like a tree
take life's hardships with humor, with glee
because hope, to me, has always been a funny little thing
When we've got nothing it's to hope that we cling.
I don't know much, but I know this to be true.
If I can do it, then certainly so can you.
So hold on to hope, and never let go.
The benefits of this, I promise, will show.

The Aliens are coming for me, they're takin' me back
it's been about 16 years, I must be hard to track
I'm not from this crazy world, you see
and when they finally come, I'll be free
Free from this crazy world, all these crazy folks
You think I'm lying, you think this is a hoax?
I'm no lier, I'm an alien, I do not belong
Earthlings don't understand me, everything I do seems wrong
Which is why I can't wait to go back home, wherever that may be
And when I get there I'll finally be free.

I don’t know what to do.
Does anyone know? Do you?
I’m fine, of course, I’m asking for a friend.
This buddy of mine, he’s noticing a trend.
He’s been sad recently and he doesn’t know why.
He tells people he’s fine, of course, but that’s just a lie.
I think for the first time he feels completly alone.
Though normally he'd prefer being on his own.
This time is different, and he won’t accept assistance.
With any offer of help, he’d display resistance.
I don’t know what to do. his happiness, I cannot force.
...Me though, I’m fine, of course.