In the morning she hums.
She makes her coffee and
butters her toast.
She opens her newspaper
and submits herself
to the daily crisis.
She pleases herself.
Digests the news she
is reading like a seasoned veteran
returning from a war.
She sees a picture
of the Prime Minister.
He's somewhat handsome she thinks.
She likes the way his eyes sparkle
when he fabricates a position to follow.
One day she might take herself
to Ottawa.
Sit in Parliament and follow
along with the story, live as it were.
Maybe she'd shout down from
the Visitors Gallery her opinion
on the matters of the day.
She would not get evicted.
The RCMP would not bother with her.
She knew the Prime Minister would
look up at the interruption and, upon
seeing her, would become enamored with her.
He'd leave his wife and family.
She'd be responsible for the
marital collapse of the man.
Sighing, she smiled inwardly
at the plans she was making.
Of course, in order to make
anyone fall in love with her,
she'd actually have to leave the house.
How could she do that?
There were too many cats to feed
and take care of.
Anyway, she didn't do well
with real people.
In the morning she hums.
She makes her coffee and
butters her toast.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 3:40 PM UTC
In the morning she hums.
She makes her coffee and
butters her toast.
She opens her newspaper
and submits herself
to the daily crisis.
She pleases herself.
Digests the news she
is reading like a seasoned veteran
returning from a war.
She sees a picture
of the Prime Minister.
He's somewhat handsome she thinks.
She likes the way his eyes sparkle
when he fabricates a position to follow.
One day she might take herself
to Ottawa.
Sit in Parliament and follow
along with the story, live as it were.
Maybe she'd shout down from
the Visitors Gallery her opinion
on the matters of the day.
She would not get evicted.
The RCMP would not bother with her.
She knew the Prime Minister would
look up at the interruption and, upon
seeing her, would become enamored with her.
He'd leave his wife and family.
She'd be responsible for the
marital collapse of the man.
Sighing, she smiled inwardly
at the plans she was making.
Of course, in order to make
anyone fall in love with her,
she'd actually have to leave the house.
How could she do that?
There were too many cats to feed
and take care of.
Anyway, she didn't do well
with real people.
In the morning she hums.
She makes her coffee and
butters her toast.
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