Each day he sits in the chair
Looking forward to coming home
To tell him of all I must bare
New York City has many streets
Crammed with people and cars
Tuning them out is easy to do
I fly quickly to the planet Mars
The only thing that makes me return
Is Oscar who sits in the chair
To leave him there all alone
Seems to be quite unfair
It's kind of odd I prefer his company
Rather than to mix with the herd
Nonsensical conversations
Clutter the subway
Where silence is greatly preffered
People of the street
Acting out
Malicious behavior
Learned from their litter
At home with Oscar in quiet peace
With all of the trappings of glitter
~Moses~
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