Morning

Awoken against my will

Angry and mood waning

Appraising all my worries

Autonomously acting most wicked

Animal eyes, eyeing me woefully

And so I stand, look down at him, and say,
“Fuck you, it’s 4:30AM, feed yourself.”

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