Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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Saturday, February 04, 2012

The Book of Drunken Cats

the book of drunken cats
lay hidden in the garbage dump
until a loner spied
some rope for suicide
and he jumped off of a stump

the loner fell without success
alive and sad as sin
he remembered december
and smoke from the embers
floated past just like a grin

it was then he saw the cats
drunken cats in full career
drunken cats guarding lager vats
drunken cats all drinking beer

somebody should be writing this
the vagrant said aloud
the cats began to serenade
even the ones that had been spayed
they were singing to the clouds
they were singing to the clouds
the book of drunken cats

i will start it off with lions, dear
and tigers, jaguars
they will set the stage, you see
for cats through all eternity
who waste their time in bars

what will happen in the rest of it?
the cats, they did meow
something awful and dramatic
freaking and spasmodic
leading readers to ask how

it was then he saw the cats
drunken cats in full career
drunken cats guarding lager vats
drunken cats all drinking beer

somebody should be writing this
the loner said aloud
the cats began to serenade
even the ones that had been spayed
they were singing to the clouds
they were singing to the clouds
the book of drunken cats

the loner wrote the book that day
and published it the next
he was autographing everywhere
and the cats they did not even care
too drunk for much pretext
far too drunk to even realize
something happened to the loner's eyes
he was wearing a brand new disguise
he was captivating light
he was brewing in the night
he was meowing
he was meowing

the cats began to serenade
even the ones that had been spayed
they were singing to the clouds
they were singing to the clouds
the book of drunken cats

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