Wisdom

Oh he's erupted, that is for sure
his presence alone has rendered me dour
the rooted animosity he continually brings
his dull aching persistence, it bites and it stings
in my ear and in my jaw, reverberates in bone
I lie away my nights with sweat and groan
sitting, cursing, somnambulism at four in the morning
knocking back med after pill ignoring the warning

fantasy numbness, toying with hammers
scratching with raw nails, respite from the clamours
holding my face, moaning frustration
finger in mouth, try to stem the sensation

I'm worn and beaten by this eight week stunt
To the dentist, for extraction, you enamelled little cunt

Timmy

The needy little mousey moggy
whose noisy maw is personified soggy
whose moan, maow and feline whine
is compounded by his inability to climb
or spend a single minute on his own
not a question of maturity, moggy's full grown
he's just a lover, not a hater
he expects your attention, he expects you to cater
to his deep seated desire, his urge, his main objective
to be the centre, be the party, inspire your invective
get on your tits, dribble on your lips, get stuck underneath your bed
no malice, no forethought, just one motive, he wants to be your pet.