I love my master;
Thus I perfume myself with
This long-rotten squirrel.
I lie belly-up
In the sunshine, happier than
You ever will be
I sound the alarm!
Paper boy-come to kill us all-
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
I sound the alarm!
Garbage man-come to kill us all-
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
How do I love thee?
The ways are numberless as
My hairs on the rug.
I Hate my choke chain-
Look, world, they strangle me! Ask
Ask Ask Ask Ask Ask!
Sleeping here, my chin
On your foot -no greater bliss-well,
Maybe catching rats
Look in my eyes and
Deny it. No human could
Love you as much I do
I am your best friend,
Now, always, and especially
When you are eating.
