
Cats the MUsical
My arms smell like cats puking
I shot them off
and watched them foul the shag rug,
that was the most gorgeous blue
THe quarters were no longer being pushed
into
slotsI lost these hands
THe smell died and with is all the felines
A hatred so sweet
meow for the last time
we never wanted a barnyard nor a litter box
to secretly mess, tainting the tender stones
They,
Pounded down the door
my nubs were swollen
you had a tooth ache
I stood with the dead
all those little tails, waving a flag
of surrender.