If You’re A Cat, It Ain’t Monday.

Five was the number.

The number was five.

Then he’d come awake.

Then he’d be alive!

Seven was a number.

A number which he dread.

Seven was a forcer

Force him outa bed.

One was rent.

Water, fifteen.

Life insurance, taxes

In between.

Then it’s a clean break.

Maybe wake ‘n be baked.

Tummy ache can be faked

Cause school uh waits for you.

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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