For all the times I have heard the song, "What about Me?", I thought it was the band Chicago. As I downloaded it from iTunes this week I found out it was actually sung by a band called Moving Pictures. Regardless, the song is my new anthem, my new creed. I too want to proclaim the song's lyrics;
"What About me, it isn't fair
I've had enough now I want my share
Can't you see? I wanna live!
But you just take more than you give..."
Take a look at the picture up on top of this post, in the right corner, do you even see me? Look at them so smug and jerk-like, and look and me locked in my own prison of loneliness. Like a yard ornament or gag birthday gift, I just linger in the background of their lives, just a prop and distant memory.
As the new one arrived, Evelyn they call her, I realized my days were not numbered, as much as forgotten. As long as I don't hurt these little pukes, I am safe. I may never again be acknowledged, walked, massaged or respected, but I will live to see another day. I will only pray they continue to feed me, and maybe splurge for a treat or two from time to time.
But alas, I may have found in Dylan an alliance, no shit, Dylan! My once nemesis, Dylan, feels the wrath from Baby Evelyn as well. No details at this time, but he shared his macaroni and cheese, and I feel that is a promise in my book. If Dylan and I can come together to overtake the adult figures, then I will return from the ashes.
Here is a close-up of me in the above said picture, read into my thoughts as you will, "What about me, I ask, what about me?"
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