PAMELA AUGUST RUSSELL from B is for Bad Poetry
I wake up
to my cats
judging me.
They stare
blankly
as if to say,
"Is this what
you had in mind
for your life?
If it is, you may
want to consider
sleeping pills or
a tall bridge
because in our view,
you're pathetic."
Or
they're hungry.
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