Don’t pretend you didn’t see me
I know your game -
the twist of your neck
it all smells so familiar
so don’t think you can
pull one over on me
Me, who has tasted your
thick whiskers prick of
tongue and skin so
sweet with whatever it is
you do all day.
I remember it all, so
don’t duck me
and act like
we never happened. She
may go about her day arranging
furniture, but I just sit on mine
seething and wish
for your demise.
The least you can do
is say hello.
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