Losing myself out on Chumash land,
So peaceful, serene, every nook and cranny.
Went into the woods to chase a dream and
Wound up lying amongst the Frangipani…
Trying so hard to get things done,
Life, after all is a forward progression.
Yet inside I’m lonely, empty and lost,
Crippled by this m*****f***** depression.
The critics say that I repeat myself,
Writing insufferably about my cat.
Well, I’m no student of literature so,
I’ll let the professors write about that.
I wanted Sammy to get out of my chair,
Yet she sat, unmoved by my wiles and charms.
So I picked her up, to claim my seat,
And she snuggled down, asleep in my arms.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown,
And loathe though I am to put it down,
To let another man rule in my stead.
For have that happen, I would need to be dead.
Something odd happened the other day,
Like a sour note while performing Galuppi,
I may never know exactly the cause,
But now I’m a very cranky puppy!