Laqueisha Poem by Barlot ...

Blinded by the glare of a dusty mirror
I try to gather my thoughts long enough to slumber
Ah! But there is so much I have left to wonder of-
So many more worries than dreams.
'Shake it off, ' I say in the prudent tone I generally use when bitching at myself
But I never seem to abide by my personal demands
The only result of such dialog appears to be a bewildered cat concerned with her owner's mental health
As she very well should be-
The cat is more stable than I...I...I...
I don't believe she understands the responsibilities that come with walking upright
But it's pi in the morning!
One would assume this is no time to question the negative effects of evolution
Maybe I should shake it off.