-About a Dead Cat,Real Dead--

A girl I knew,
Her parents put her dead cat
In a plastic bag and put it in the spare room.
When she visited and inquired about the kitty,
20 years old and manged,
All they said was that it died, finally,
And we threw it out.
Of course, it began to smell in the room,
So they put it in the garbage can
Only to be hauled away by the city-employed garbage people.
One wonders why you never see women as municipal trash collectors-
Maybe not pretty gals but plenty of females don't mind trash
And could also use a good government job. Steady employment, at least.
The girl mentioned, once explained, she was a tom-boy while growing up
And that she liked girls, like wanted to kiss them and stuff.
Now 25 most of her friends are boys. She's pretty pretty, I guess,
I bought her teal Doc Martins for her birthday and she seemed to
Like them alot. I don't see her much anymore, I don't know,
it's OK, I understand. I got a spare room for Emergencies.
Sometimes I scratch my head and laugh.
Cats and Dogs usually fight.
I forget the next line...
I usually don't forget.
For a lot of people, it is easier to forget.
They call it Numb.
Me, I like to purr.