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Revenge Shit

All day he sleeps

Anywhere except his bed

Bites you when you try

To pat him on the head

He’s a grumpy old sod

But loveable in his way

Except when it comes

To the end of the day

Into bed

Settle down with the wife

And that’s when he chooses

To spring to life

He demands attention

A carry on

But we’re too tired

And can’t take him on

He becomes unreasonable

His eyes become black

He squeaks and

Folds his ears back

He lashes out

Blood is spilled

We’d have rather he’d

Sat with us and chilled

Out he’s sent

Into the hall

Door firmly closed

He begins to yawl

Thundering up and down

The length of the flat

Such unearthly sounds

He continually spat

Then before we know it

The scrape in a tray

Lined with litter

No egg does he lay

But something abhorrant

With a powerful odour

The nightly present

From our dear friend Gozer

He knows what he’s doing

He’s not daft

You have to admire

How swiftly it wafts

Hold your nose

From this powerful stun

Humans nil

Gozer one

The Vultures Descend

I was thinking about perception
How must it perceive me?
If it doesn’t exist
And it cannot see
Apparently I’m breathing
No comfort there
Where no one bothers
Or forgets to care

Hold on to the illusion
If that is all you’ve got
I confess such ideals
Are entirely my lot
Existing mainly in my head
From such an early age
Finding solace in song
Or words on a page

If I stay still for long enough
The vultures descend
So I must keep on moving
And pick up my pen
Do I write for a reason
Or reason in write?
I have far too much
That is hidden in sight

The vultures swoop low
Towards this humble librarian
Their hunger is deafening
My words their carrion
They peck at me but thankfully
Find nothing of substance
And for once
I take solace in its absence