Feeling Sorry For Myself. ''The Visiting, Conversation'' Poem by Alien Zoo

Please, come inside. But I have to warn you. It's a mess. Garbage can thrown to the side and I threw up. I haven't slept well in days, I forgot to eat again and I'm not clean at all. One of the dogs died, but I'll clean that up later. Do you want some tea? If I have any. Oh sorry I don't, I forgot to buy, oh well, I don't have to drink. Do I? No we don't need to drink anyway, anymore. I'm glad you came over. It's been quite loney, and now I am visiting myself. Ofcourse, we're related remember, that's family. Why did you came? Well I got something to say, so I wanted to warn you. What? Well, uhm... they're putting this house on sale, because you didn't clean up or pay taxes. Oh well, I'm rotting anyway, quess I gave what I got. Yeah, I'm sorry. Well don't, it's your fault. I'm the one who is suppossed to feel sorry. And I am.