The Sanatorium

A fresh breath of deception
Anaya was lying in the litter box
her poor cat confused
the room was rather messy
as the lolo's tend to be
I asked her, oh Anaya
have you attempted any poetry my dear?
her face filled with disgust
she replied
"have you ever read a book" you dummy?
she had me there
neither can write poetry
however I saw one day her read a cartoon
she's one up on me
I cannot read
like Trump
I just pretend I am gods little seed
I will remain silent
is better for mankind that way