A poem about addiction loosely ( very loosely) based on actual events. I've been wanting to write a poem about this for awhile but I didn't know how. I think I nailed it in true BR style.
My cat gets spooked by all the ghosts She sees around this place Her eyes go wide like Frankenstein and bug out from her face
Her kitty fur stands up on end she raises her kitty head then she cries mournful meows communing with the dead
She stares into my human eyes as if she means to say Get up off your cracker a*s and chase the ghosts away
I don't know what to do for her cause I don't see a thing Perchance she's catnip paranoid What drug addiction brings
She's on that catnip kitty crack Scourge of society Free basing in her litter tray She's on a crackhead spree
She's getting weird and paranoid turning Schizophrenic She talks to ghosts from UFO'S hiding in the attic
I'll just cop her another brand Something to bring her down So no more catnip kitty crack For my fuzzy kitty clown
All she does is hit the cat pipe Tweaks off her a*s all day I took the pipe away from her and then she ran away
Saw her downtown in an alley Turning bad kitty tricks Enslaved by catnip kitty crack She's gotta get her fix
It's all my fault I know it is So when she called from jail I went down to see a bondsman and got her out on bail
Now she's back at home with me Seems the worst is over It's been almost three months now She's still clean and sober
That kitty crack will f**k you up truly some evil s**t Something you need to think about Before that first big hit
Chasing the dragon's smoky tail Seduced by what you'll find lighting up catnip kitty crack will cow your feline mind
A great poem about addiction and how it can ruin people seen through the gentler side of cats toking on the catnip. Lovely use of words here, you manage to draw humour from a difficult topic. Nice photo of the cat, by the way.
I sometimes see irascible ghosts and zombies, some in the gutter some high-powered, oh no wait - they're crackheads who couldn't keep willpower on top, silly me.
I also have three cats. I used to have a black one who looked just like Baby R's. H was constantly m.. read moreI also have three cats. I used to have a black one who looked just like Baby R's. H was constantly mewing at things unseen...
It sounds alike to a symbol for a close friend succumbing to an addiction despite your best efforts to assist him or her if you look at it in a particularly intellectual fashion.
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