Crazy Cat Lady
Crazy Cat Lady
there's a hotbed of crazy cat ladies
waving at me from their new mercedes
howling in a frenzy for me to stop
for a quick drill, I fall for their prop
giving to fish to their host
and on a side road we break toast
with the moon watching over me in fears
being bound by the black satin dears
with all the aces in their hand
they strike up the broadening band
arrows of lust shooting thru the air
barbs landing with dispair
claws ravaging my back
in peril I begin to see pitch black
my picnic whipped and lashed
for salt my quick drill now dashed
as candle wax ushers down the aisle
to the crazy cat ladies smile
I'm screaming at vacant eyes
craziness muting my cries
I'm lost at their booted feats
save for a pocket of pussy treats
connie pachecho
1/16/18
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