and some days we all get
along.
some days I have trouble with
one of the
cats.
other days I have trouble with
two of the
cats.
other days,
three.
some days I have trouble with
all four of the
cats.
and the
lady:
ten eyes looking at me
as if I was a dog.
By Charles Bukowski (1920 – 94)
Afterthought
Somehow this poem reminds me of one of mine. No, no, I am not comparing myself to him. No sir, he is so much better than me, hell I am not even a poet. ;p
