There is but one thing that I wish
That way back then, I’d bought a fish
Let me explain, it wont take long:
They know which species they belong
My purpose for this poem, I’ve used
Is just to rant, for I’m confused
I could’ve sworn I bought a dog
As time goes on, it seems I’m wrong
Its not that he’s evil, it isn’t like that
Its just that he acts…well, he acts like a cat
And don’t get me wrong, I mean cats are alright
Its just that they suck out your soul every night
But back to my “dog”, he’s a weird one you see
Like sometimes he sits there and just stares at me
No telling what things might go on in his head
Since he thinks like a cat, likely wishes me dead
And that’s just the start, when he lays on the couch
He sits on the armrest, just like all the cats slouch
One day when I fed him, he like a cat threw a fit
He just scoffed and walked off, said “who eats this shit?”
Its all just a shame, he was such a good friend
But now all he does is just raise his rear end
I guess I’ve no choice, I’m being forced to adjust
I just hope it’s a phase, cause this “cat” I don’t trust…
How the World Should Work 