Caterwaultz

A thin vein jutting between two American milestones,
in cattaract eyes it would make you smile, all the while
the cats convene on a neighborhood overthrow
too loaded to notice, to busy to know
that furry tail is a tyrant.
do you hear the lullabye of the sirens?
do you hear the abandon babies crying?
do you hear the caterwaul of the tiny lions?
you say no, but you’re hardly trying
the mothers are too transfigured, fine wining and dining
on sale, $5.99′ing, because the rest went holy mountain climbing
and the middleman is just long hauling, sighing
considering dying.
one day when the time seems right, on a distant future night
we’ll give into the white light, and this place still won’t feel right.
my three story castle is neck in neck with decay
my temporary quarters are almost entirely spent away
i’ll give a sincere goodbye to the bandit cats
and the next day they’ll infest like little rotten rats
and all the half-humans that creep around
will eventually fit into this circus kinda town
the kind that many trip into and rarely come out.

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