Look at him Down there on the rug Four pounds of pure Unadulterated panic Bro It is just a leaf It blew past the sliding Door It is not a home Invasion High up on the velvet Perch Morning sun hit my coat Licking one immaculate Paw While you clearing your Throat Well Not clearing You hyperventilating on The Hardwood floor Sounding like a blender Catching fire right Beside the Door You got bug eyes bulging Like You saw an assassin It is Gary in a blue Polo Mailman just passing Dropped a flyer for a Pizza Place through the front Slot Now you spinning in a Circle Like your tail tied in a Knot Your whole ribcage Vibrating Legs twitching in place Pug-nosed menace barking Loud At empty space I stretch out my spine Yawn wide Blink twice Bro Living like that cannot Feel Very nice You shaking in your Little Tartan sweater Thinking if you yell Then the World gets better I got three sunny spots Left On my schedule today And not a single word You Yapping gonna move me Away Barking at the curtain Barking at the wall Barking at the dust Speck Rolling through the hall You got four pounds of Trembling rage inside Your Chest While I am up here Taking my Eleventh power rest Little dog screaming at The Ceiling fan turn You got so much useless Anxiety to burn Keep crying at the wind While I clean off my chin I could swipe you off That Table But I like watching you Spin Twelve noon on the dot Now the refrigerator Hums Twelve noon on the dot Now the refrigerator Hums You hit the parquet Sprinting Like an army with drums Growling at the freezer Like It insulted your mother Then you slip on the Linoleum And crash into another Corner of the counter Now you pissed at the Wood If you had half a brain Cell Man You surely would Realize that nobody is Coming Through that window sill Except a pigeon that I Might Decide to quietly kill Humans come home Drop the keys in the Tray You do thirty backflips Like You saved us today Licking on their ankles Like a Frantic mop head I just peek with one eye From My Egyptian cotton bed You shaking in your Little Tartan sweater Thinking if you yell Then the World gets better I got three sunny spots Left On my schedule today And not a single word You Yapping gonna move me Away Barking at the curtain Barking at the wall Barking at the dust Speck Rolling through the hall You got four pounds of Trembling rage inside Your Chest While I am up here Taking my Eleventh power rest Little dog screaming at The Ceiling fan turn You got so much useless Anxiety to burn Keep crying at the wind While I clean off my chin I could swipe you off That Table But I like watching you Spin Seriously What do you think is out There The Roomba It is on a schedule Dog It cleans at two-fifteen It is not a demon Yet every single Afternoon you Treat that robotic disc Like an existential Threat to Our entire domestic Bliss Take a breath Little homie Take a nap Barking at the curtain Barking at the wall Barking at the dust Speck Rolling through the hall You got four pounds of Trembling rage inside Your Chest While I am up here Taking my Eleventh power rest Little dog screaming at The Ceiling fan turn You got so much useless Anxiety to burn Keep crying at the wind While I clean off my chin I could swipe you off That Table But I like watching you Spin Go ahead Yap yourself to sleep Killer I am claiming the sunny Spot Now Peace
