Assorted Poetry


Assorted Poetry
	Page 8 A Note to Tailgaters I'm glad that you've noticed. You see I drive slow. These sky high gas prices have got me quite low. But while you're behind me I thought you should know: The closer you get the slower I go. cryptic I wonder what my world Would mean to the world Would it be Absurd? Abstract? Silly, probably. Profound. Complex. Would my image finally be Pretty? Would they see the Inner beauty. without worrying about My vile exterior? What does it, do I want? Shall it remain Unanswered? What difference does my physical body make But just physical change? I wish to use naught but my mind Open it like a book for Everyone to see. Understand. Realize. Know me. Know how I feel. What I think. What I know. What I see. I wish to read you as well But you're cryptic As so I am to you.	Page 9 Everybody Wants to be a Cat If I could be, O, if I could be, I'd prefer to be a cat in a tree. No one's pet, mistress of none No troubles to end; they'd not have begun. Once a month, I'd call me a mate with many partners, I could sate my need for pain, my lust for toms and afterward, procure many noms from unguarded trashbins, a dumpster buffet set out for me and my kitty soirée my delicacy is their "gar-bahj" free for myself and my entourage. Kittens cling for a couple weeks, Then they too take to the streets. I taught them well, gave motivation now again savor liberation. This, right here, this is the life Free from stress and free from strife Humanity isn't quite "all that." Everybody wants to be a cat. (This one was made up on the spot for a laugh)