Checkup

Obediah goes to the vet.

For his annual shots...its required.

To remain within the confines of what a responsible pet owner does,

I care for his charge; honoring and complying with established social norms.

Yet, in honesty, and secretly ~

For all those times he has (and continues) to annoy me;

Protests over the degree of freshness of his food

That pervasive mewing that drives me to contemplate violence

I have to chortle within the dark caverns of me;

the wicked, galled- grudge holding ancient dormant survival dungeon of me,

an anticipation. 

When they take his temperature

I get to pretend 

I'm sympathetic, in regretting the necessity  

of his discomfort with something being shoved up his butt

Nothing could be further from the truth.

I’m counting on it.

All my cat-loving friends will read this

And think me a fiend

Me, I’m encouraged to believe in the joy inculcated

With witnessing a sense of comeupin’s