I’m sorry but that’s anthropomorphism,
Of a non-person.
Surely animals are only a means of self-satisfaction.
(like cigarettes or coffee for instance)
And the human traits you attribute,
Are but reflections from your own,
Oh yes, I might be missing,
Harbingers of joy,
But I got my own,
Pleasures to toy.
Goodnacht and goodluck world. Its a whiny bitch of a night, that will wake to a sunny morning in a nice house, while half of humanity wakes up to hunger. Again. It’s a dogs life!
So after complaining conveniently about the spectacle that first world lifestyles are in this poor poor country above, I checked in on the man in the mirror…and found without horror.. Worse.
And my life,
Equally a sinfest,
Of Self indulgent,
I might not cuddle pets,
But there’s not a vice,
I haven’t met.
Oh not morally,
Of ones life,
One must be the hero,
I’ve often offered, that bromide,
I think I’ll name myself Nero.