Ray Mesa

Rookie (5/17/89 / Grand Forks)

The Cat Shows, The Cat Runs - Poem by Ray Mesa

When the mouse is run out of it's hole, The cat shows
And when the door is open, The cat will run
And as the moonlight glows
who will recreate the already undone?

A poor little animal is sracthing a door
Leaning in to admire what she adores
A warm home and fresh meal
But she knows the deal
You hurt someone and you're locked outside
When the yern is undone, All animals are put into the moon light

The longer your're outside the more you learn
When you reach that ninth life, You are reborn
And when that 18th life ends, You mourn
And in a shoebox or ditch, You mold and burn

The family doesn't know you anymore
They have grown sick of you, this much is true
They kick you away and call you a whore
They hate you and you learn
Who you really are
Your nothing more then a cover
For what a life really is
Your nothing more then a codom, A fucking rubber
So don't cry, It is scary and hard
But leave a scent of piss
and never look back
When the cat turns around
It just may attack

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 8, 2006

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