man and his dog

Man and his dog

He awoke under the bed it had been his birthday
drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars
He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge took out
a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering why
everything was so quiet
The maid had been in when he slept and everything was in order; when did the guests leave, or had he partied with his teddy bear, being lonely since his dog died
Looking out of the window he saw many cars, they had
no drivers and some had open doors as abandoned in haste, but what had happened?
In a bakery/cafe he had a sandwich of cheese and tomatoes, he made it himself since the lady who owned
the cafe was not there.
It dawned on him he was alone in the world, everything
was his he didn't need to share his good fortune with anyone, except for the cur outside who ran away and barked when seeing him
He tried the Rolls Royce that belonged to the mayor, yes
the ride was smooth, distracted by thoughts, he hit a lamp-post, but never mind there were other cars around
At an expensive restaurant where he once had dined, he made and made himself a hamburger with hot fries
drunk with the most expensive red wine possible.
The dog that had growled at him looked at him through the window, wagging tail, it knew he was the only one left to feed it
Months went by, life was getting a bit onerous, just him
and the dog following him around, getting fat from his overfeeding.
He stopped shaving and showering and wore the same pants
since the day was endless anyway why bother with personal hygiene when there was no pressure to conform
Deeply depressed, he jumped from the top floor flat of
a tall building to end it all.
No such luck! He descended, slowly broke down, and cried freely as the dog was the only witness to his sadness
Doomed to live forever, he laid down under the bed
but before falling into Nirvana's arms, he got up again someone had to feed the dog.