Lying in bed all alone, late at night,

Wishing you were still here, so I could hold you tight.

Scruffy, get down! Stop licking me!

I’m trying to write this poem, can’t you see?

I turn back to my paper with a furrowed brow,

Where was I? Oh yeah, I remember now.

Thinking about the day you left me all alone,

Crying, wondering if you’ll ever come back home.

Without you, skies are gray, and the birds stop singing,

Dammit all to hell, the bloody phone is ringing!

I set my pen and pad aside to hit ignore,

And smash my phone to bits against the hardwood floor.

Now, I shall continue, Perhaps this time I’ll finish,

Anything that tries to stop me, I must promptly diminish.

For this will be the poem that shows you just how special you are,

For fuck sake, it’s the repo man! He’s taking my fucking car!

Roses are red, violets are blue,

Gotta go, bitch,

My car is more important than you!