In the not-too-distant future --
Next Sunday A.D. --
There was a guy named Chris,
Who you might realize is me.
He wanted to make money with his art,
Just another fool trying to chase his heart.
He also taught English and cleaned up the place,
But his bosses didn't like him
So they shot him into space.
So he wants to be a writer huh?
What a pretentious git (la-la-la).
He'll have to report what he's up to,
And we'll evaluate the worth of it (la-la-la).
Now keep in mind Chris must report
What he writes from beginning to end (la-la-la)
If he really wants to succeed at this
He'll never see his non cat friends.
Kitty Cat Roll Call: (All right, let's go!)
If you're wondering if he's really in space,
has no friends and other facts (la la la),
Then repeat to yourself, "It's just a filk,
I should really just relax
For Future Reporting of Writing Progress...um...3000!