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Jun 2013
Uh...are you talking to me?
Can't you see I'm busy licking myself
I hope you're calling cause dinner is waiting
You know I can't be bothered for anything else

What's the broken glass all over the kitchen?
It was that dog of yours in the middle of night
I told you he'd be nothing but trouble
No one ever listens to me though I'm always right

Yawn...is that toy supposed to entice me?
Hey stupid your only entertaining yourself
I'm now ripping through the yellow pages
The voice you use when you talk to me, I'm concerned for your mental health

The funky smell that's coming from out of your bedroom?
That's a special surprise from me
I left under your covers while you were working
On which tonight you can warm your feet
Your probably thinking...what is it with this guy and all the animal poems!
They're the only ones who seem to understand...he says in a high squeaky voice as his cat looks on disgusted...
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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