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CAT'S AWET

The goddam cat runs down the stairs.
I can’t even yell his name.
The bastard caught me unawares,
that goddam cat running downstairs
to sell my stolen tongue to bears
who’ll grind it up with aspartame.
There goes that damn cat down the stairs
and I can’t even call his name.

 

BAD TOUPET

Perched on Bill's head like a scared feral cat,
nervous and rangy and losing its fur.
Should've come with a sign: “What are you looking at?”
Perched up on Bill's head like an edgy stray cat.
He drowned it eventually in the muddy South Platte
after some local wise-ass addressed it as “sir.”
Perched up there like Uncle Bill's pet feral cat,
nervous and rangy and losing it fur.