a butthole suitcase is this fat
enormous tabby on our lap
he doesn't meow, like a duck he quacks
he's always begging for treats and snacks
a stripey grey tiger with tummy spots
Argent makes our brain go soft
get us up on Gato Airlines, cats clinging to every vane
hurtling towards Kiev on a New Mexican kitty plane
drop us off we'll go and take over every train
arm every single kotënok in defense of the Ukraine
million Magdalena kittens oughtta bring a lot of pain
creek babbles by
clear high sun on glacial tarn
as stone contemplates
But would you eye a bat?
or say a thousand mewling cats?
a flurry of slaps by maps in traps?
bat an eye or slip on by
be like an interminable high
peak performance joy and all that
Is this what you wanted?
the sum of your hopes and dreams, cat?
to finally achieve a state of interference
between our keyboard and our lap?
Tuesday, January 25, 2022
Catterel Beats Doggerel
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