Kitty Dying
He told me Kitty gasped and couldn't
breathe,
Shuddered, then relaxed. And so was
gone.
It's horrible! We gave him medication
He didn't like. He fought it. And I
shoved him
On the floor because he bothered me.
Life is ugly. Death cannot be thought
of.
A gentle cat, turned dingy when he
aged.
His teeth were yellow. At the worst he
loved me.
I wish him back, my nemesis in hell.
Hog Tied
To walk with her in public -
An embarrassing disgrace.
Once I had a home until
She commandeered the place.
She eats my food and mocks
me.
She takes the car as well.
She's living very nicely
And they're serving beer in
hell.
Weary, sad, depressed
Weary, sad, depressed -
So much that I can hardly keep
Myself alert. I close my eyes
An instant, I'm asleep.
Anything she wants, she asks,
Or else she merely takes.
I'm living in a nightmare
That only he awakes.
Apparently he loves her.
He sees that she does well.
The revival of a spirit
From the poverty of hell.
He treats me like a brother,
A friend. And he is nice.
However he's the one who makes
My world her paradise.
The Tenant
But does she own the house? Or is it
yours?
Propriety that kind of thinking blurs.
“It is an ill wind -” Well, so much
for that.
This wind blows wherever there is fat.
Does she eat a lot or just a
smidge?
She eats what someone puts into the fridge.
She eats what someone puts into the fridge.
Where does she work? Oh heavens what a
thought!
She doesn't work at all. And can't be
bought.
At least a tenant pays a little rent.
Four months and she has yet to pay a
cent.
Well, what's she got? Or else who does
she know?
Nothing. But she's real. She told us
so.
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