Silk Sleeps Somewhere Else Now

Silk sleeps somewhere else now.  But he still eats and drinks away all my money.

Half-asleep after the clock alarm, I peered at his empty bed.  "Silk," I asked.  "Isn't your old apple box stuffed with my old ski jacket enough?"

He wasn't there.  He was at his dog bowl, demanding his due.

OH, SILK...!