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