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

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