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AGE BEFORE BEAUTY (IN KITTY TERMS)

I have two cats, one wears a tiger's coat.
Her name is Tommy, she's the younger one.
She is so pretty she will often gloat ...
we missed the beauty contest that she won!
Sylvester is an old tuxedo cat.
She's black and white, set strongly in her ways.
When she sees Tommy act the queen like that ...
the chase begins and can go on for days.
Sylvester may be old, but she's not dumb.
She doesn't like when Tommy's acting wise.
Maturity comes easier to some ...
good taste in clothing, swiping out the eyes.
Of wisdom, when it's all too much to take...
Sylvester's dressed already for her wake.

THE WAR OF TWO WORLDS

I do not trust uncertainty too much ...
when ends are on the loose and can't be found.
the answers which I crave are out of touch ...
too many doubts just lingering around.
Perhaps they will, perhaps they won't return ...
and at some point, I may no longer care.
Some fires put themselves out once they burn ...
perhaps they've been kidnapped? A valid fear!
Questions live a life that's all their own ...
they have free will and they will go and come.
they fleet when they're not ready to be shown ...
sometimes we just ignore the scary ones.
And then there are the answers which we steal ...
so more play games to show us how that feels.



THE RIGHT MIND'S GONE FISHING

I'm sitting here pissed off at my TV.
In my right mind, I know who is to blame.
I do not know what you expect from me ...
I filled out applications, signed my name.
I have been out of work for many weeks ...
so what I'm watching afternoon desire?
Delight went out the window, so to speak ...
It's not my fault that no one wants to hire!
Tomorrow, I will start the search again
I am disgusted, but I will go on ...
I plan on watching TV right 'til then ....
though I'm still pissed my little friend is gone!
I still may not be ready, I'll denote ...
I think the TV hid its own remote!

NIGHTGAMES ON THE NEW HAVEN GREEN

The homeless of New Haven pitch their tents ...
upon the green, which lays at Yale's feet.
They can't afford the cheapest of the rents ...
the shelters only hold so much defeat.
Assistance from the State is null and void,
some of these souls are just too old to hire.
they sit on benches, at the world, annoyed.
Still I'm convinced, there's something they inspire.
All passerbys can stare in their disgust.
They scoff and so they earn the right to boast.
They find it funny watching people rust ...
and smile next time they propose a toast.
No State-run plan will find these souls a place ...
spitting's legal if you hit them in the face.

EVERYTHING IN ITS OWN SPECIAL TIME,
OR ELSE!

Art may be fine at imitating life ...
let's chat for just a bit about a food.
Where parallels exist, there's also strife ...
some foods themselves are often downright rude.
Top Ramen noodles can be such a treat ...
they're inexpensive and they satiate ...
move too fast all the time, you'll miss a beat ...
it's not always wise to rush what's on your plate.
Top Ramen noodles cook in their own time,
they have to boil so they can expand ...
eat them too soon, you won't feel too sublime ...
I doubt you will enjoy the reprimand.
You ate so fast, you're full .. so now, a but ...
half-cooked, they're still expanding in your gut.

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