One from a series...
Talking to the Cat #11
You're lucky, you beast.
No social life at all.
"Should I have eaten that bird I killed?"
No Free Will (ha!).
Just your big ol' instinct,
whatever in the hell that really is.
You sleep ten times as much as me
and only half as fat.
am I going to have a job?
Cut off my leg with an axe?
No sorting the facts from the gob
of adhesive data
that sticks to the mental shoe
like unnoticed toilet paper.
You pooh pooh all that,
you animalistic cat.
Should I cut off my brain
(at least the self conscious part)
and just live? Chase snakes in
the yard. Sleep half the lazy day away,
get fed. Forget about
, honey. Forget about insurance.
Forget about what anybody wants.
Lay by the fire in a dreamy doze
and watch all them silly people.
Would I be happy like that?
Like the (you know what) in the hat?
Who the hell can say?
(Never having been where it's at.)