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 slots
I 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.
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