TRUST YOUR WHISKERS by tom jensen
She left for work
Without saying goodbye
Just shook her head
and rolled her eyes
I'm not sure
what I did to her
Because when you're
hung over such as I
Your morning is a blur
My little black cat
jumped on my bed
He looked at me
and this is what he said...
He said:
"I've got to get out
of this house... Get up
and open the door
and let me out!"
Just because my life
didn't go as planned
Doesn't mean that my fate
isn't in my own two hands
So what if Miley Cyrus
never sang my song
And Cheech and Chong
never hit my bong
Maybe it's good Paris Hilton
never touched my willie
And that Cris Crocker
never called me silly
Or that David Letterman
never had me as a guest
And Fred never sent me
a friend request
Sure, I wrote to
Ray Charles once
But I bet he never
read my letter
When I met Jim Morrison
in a dream
He told me in actuality
that the East was better
That's when I said:
"Trust your whiskers...
Have some faith
in your inner cat"
Why do you think
they got eight more
lives than you?
Because they know
what it is,
what it does
and where it's at