Alone

Birds of a feather flock together.

Reptiles travel alone.

Cockroaches fester in hordes of millions.

I prefer life on my own.

Mammals tend to protect one another.

Cats are just happy to be.

Dogs roll around in fur-flying packs.

I spend my life with just me.

You’d think solitude might become a bit much,

That’d I’d be all lonely and sad.

But it turns out that talking all day to myself

Is the best conversation I’ve had.

I laugh at my jokes (unlike other folks)

And find myself charming and droll.

Sometimes I find that I’m on the floor giggling

When I’m really on a roll.

I find my debates with me riveting stuff;

Conversations go on and on,

Making points, counterpoints, and prime examples

All through the night and dawn.

No, sharing my house with my own company,

Is not a big problem at all.

And it really works out since nobody ever

Bothers returning my call.