Dear Tabby

What do I owe you? My dignity? Gone. What do you want? My pride? I’ll let you know after I swallow it. You won’t pass me off As a victim to your acid rain. You may be able to Cover great ground with your poison. But I have found shelter. From here, I can watch all the ranks of the outsiders Outshine you in the final hour. We like the mud at the bottom of the latter. So have fun with your sunshine. I’ll be waiting for the redness.