They demand to be fed.
They refuse to clean up their messes.
They insist you play with them.
They talk back to you.
They invade your personal space.
They interfere with your sleep.
They make you crazy
And you love them for it.
They demand to be fed.
They refuse to clean up their messes.
They insist you play with them.
They talk back to you.
They invade your personal space.
They interfere with your sleep.
They make you crazy
And you love them for it.
Saturn's Premier Poet 