I sell stray cats
In the back alley of Salmon St.
Yellow ones, Black ones
Ones with bitten ears.
With scars on their faces
Thin ones with missing fur.
Wild ones seething with anger
Small ones plaintive with hunger.
I have them all
All kinds, every kind
Solely stocked
For your evil pleasure.
I trap them all,
Catch them in my avarice.
Steal them young
From overprotective mothers.
It doesn't concern me
What you'll do to them
Just give me what I want
Oh just give me what I want...
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I sell stray cats
In the back alley of Salmon St.
Chic ka baap
1 hour ago
4 comments:
Yellow ones, Black ones
Ones with bitten ears.
With scars on their faces
Thin ones with missing fur.
the way u started the second stanza seems like it is a continuation of the first one. Why then did u start it as another stanza? Not criticizing or anytin....just curious
It's order in a disorderly poem.
mallady ...mad alley...luvd de poem...strangely strange it is
Reminds me of "Smelly Cat" from F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
Well, maybe "I" ought not to say this, but, a rhyming element is not always the necessity. And yet, this orderly disorder as you've called it is very much appealing.
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