You skip town for a few days
Underwear on the clothesline
And come home to find that everyone’s dead or dying.
The lint trap’s filled to the brim.
The cat’s hair is in your cereal,
but you can’t seem to find him.
Your bedroom’s in the living room
The living room is a storage closet
Unpack your bags
Out crawls the cat
And lies down where the dog last slept