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Monday, November 8, 2010

Hello!

Six a.m.
By GC Smith

I
opened
the door
and the fuckin'
cat
walked in

That same
black hearted
black furred
bastard
that I gave to the
S.P.C.A.
six months ago

Cruel, you say
giving the cat
away,
well, you didn't
know the critter

Sum-bitch
jumped up on the counter
pissed in the toaster
and sneered at me

I bought a new toaster
and the sum-bitch
tried again;
had to drag it away
by it's tail

So, why
after six months
did that
black hearted
black furred
bastard
walk through
the opened front door
at six a.m?

Couldn't be
that the critter
likes me,
nah,
no way;
more than likely
the damned
cat
was hungry

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