MATILDA
MATILDA
MY MALTESE CAT
IS A BRAT
IF A CAT CAN BE A
BRAT
SHE IS
WITH HER TAIL HELD
IMPERIOUSLY HIGH
LIKE A SCEPTER
SHE WALKS AMONG
HUMANS
CONDESCENDLY
A GODDESS
WHO RELUCTANTLY PUTS UP
WITH PEOPLE
THEY’RE GOOD FOR
DOORMEN
LET ME IN
LET ME OUT
LET ME IN
LET ME OUT
SLEEP LATE
SHE’S ON YOUR CHEST
DEMANDING FOOD
SHE CRAWLS IN YOUR
LAP
AS IF IT WERE A PAPAL
BLESSING
THEN SPOILS THE MOOD
BE TURNING AROUND
TO SHOW YOU HER DERRIERE
NICE VIEW
SHE WANTS HER
TAILBONE SCRATCHED
SHE LAUGHS
A LITTLE CAT LAUGH
WHEN SHE HEARS ME SAY
MATILDA IS MY CAT
SHE THINKS
EVEN IF HE RISES
TO THE HIGHEST LEVEL
OF IMPORTANCE
HE WONT OWN ME
I
AM
CAT
HEAR ME ROAR
FRANK A VOLLMER
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