Enough
I don’t see why,
I couldn’t ask
Maybe once, or,
eight-hundred and sixty times,
If I’m ok,
Or at least enough,
Maybe what you wanted
Its seems, second nature,
but you don’t like trees
Or my attempts at humor
Maybe try laughing and for once,
See the forest for the trees
You call it, validation
Like it’s some sort of drug,
Something one shouldn’t seek,
When they’re in love
or something called so
I suppose
I’m a cat now,
In this verse
Maybe a Tabby called
Julius, or Frumplepizza
I’m not okay
I’m a ragamuffin
On my own porch
And there’s no milk,
Where there usually is,
Typically spoiled
But I never went hung-er-ung-erry
You call it unnecessary,
Like it’s some sort of crime
Something one should seek
A thing called nourishment
Or at least a metaphor for
Meowwwwch
I don’t see why,
I couldn’t ask
maybe once, or,
seventeen-hundred and twenty times,
If that was love,
Or even like,
Maybe what I wanted
It seemed, second nature,
but you hated trees
And so I buried you
Under a red-wood,
Now I can see the forest for the trees
You call it, execution
Like it’s some sort of crime,
Something, something, death penalty
But I’m finally free
Or something called so
Well-fed, in the penitentiary