The Second Death of A Cat
Exactly, they test it, death on the mouth of a cat.
Finished lesson is timed. Finished math is time.
You do not know friendly, my friend. You do not understand reverie.
You feed into your order anything but delight. Your mother tells you your packed.
When you've lived long enough to hold a gun in your mouth, your mother will pack your food.
Nobody knows. Nobody knows the area between sun and soon. Nobody moons.
Night is cried for, night is wide, night. Night is foolish in its pure promise.
We do not die, cat. We do not die alone without murder.
We are honesties lost in a pill.
We are molecules timed.
We farther out there justify our noon-time breaks and our lies are fulcrum.
Our dead deeds die the moment we come
And we come back aloof into having night squats in our caves.
We do not die, son. We do not do
Our deeds the way them disasters tell.
We stare at our black whole eyes like a rancher out to retire
And when our caskets open up back to their owners
We bloom blood.
Finished lesson is timed. Finished math is time.
You do not know friendly, my friend. You do not understand reverie.
You feed into your order anything but delight. Your mother tells you your packed.
When you've lived long enough to hold a gun in your mouth, your mother will pack your food.
Nobody knows. Nobody knows the area between sun and soon. Nobody moons.
Night is cried for, night is wide, night. Night is foolish in its pure promise.
We do not die, cat. We do not die alone without murder.
We are honesties lost in a pill.
We are molecules timed.
We farther out there justify our noon-time breaks and our lies are fulcrum.
Our dead deeds die the moment we come
And we come back aloof into having night squats in our caves.
We do not die, son. We do not do
Our deeds the way them disasters tell.
We stare at our black whole eyes like a rancher out to retire
And when our caskets open up back to their owners
We bloom blood.
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