146. The Cats

I wanna pack my bags and
Live in rags;
Sunny side up.

I wanna Tie die shirt and
Feel all hurt;
Drinking from a paper cup.

I want you to lay down now
Spread for show;
and give me all you can.

But when I feel down there
I gots to care;
When I finds out your a man!

Ohhh and tell me the truth
Why don't you be gruff
And get business
democratically?
And why can't you
Sit sniffing glue
Like the cats
in LA?

Dancing with sharks
round industrial parks
When it's dark.

Singing with your
arm in a sling
shattering my pelvic floor.

And being alone
with a mobile phone
Is all great when your drunk.

But when no ones there
and your stone cold sober.
You can almost smell your own spunk.