all bets are off

and i'm counting myself

in.

the dog's out running and

i've got no care to let him

back in.

what's more, i'd rather

waste away than stuff

my face on things that

do no good anyway.

"what nourishes me 

destroys me" as the latin

phrase might say.

I'd sleep all day if i had

the chance

cos a cat's nap doesn't last

just a moment 

in reality. 

i'm no chef, i just read

magazines.

then i edit. reedit. 

then fall asleep. 

the cat's a bastard 

and i can't help it if

he likes meat.