"To the dog"
Dear friend, why, oh, why,
At seven in the morning
Did you start barking?
The sun is too bright.
My stomach won't let me sleep;
need Pepto Bismol.
Microwave pasta
for breakfast: ultimately
unsatisfying.
No voice, little sleep,
A monster in my belly
keeps me from coffee.
"Eventually,"
I'll stop this routine.
No one to take care of me,
time to go throw up.
