A great Poet once told me
“those who have never experienced madness
at least once in their lives, have never lived”
so here goes,
one Sunday evening
whilst I was rummaging through a garbage bin down town
looking for a snack
I was tapped on the shoulder
by a cat
he said… “eh up, save something for me”
I replied…
I hate my life; I want to die
to be honest, I can’t believe I shared that with a cat
the cat, then replied…
well at least when your gone your gone
What about me?
I’ve got eight more fucking lives to live.