Is It Poetry
Owning A Pet In The Ghetto - Poem by Is It Poetry
Coming or going my cat was a smart one
and onto the second floor window.
He didn't for a thrill kill bird's or mice.
Around his neck
he wore his freedom and his freedom I bought
for a price.
How did they know where he lived and how
did they know my phone number?
Right before he was killed,
sadly I could not afford to bond him out.
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