They say a cat always lands on its feet, but a six-legged cat always lands on your head.
My Least Favourite Things
Blood drops on roses and six-legged kittens;
Bright silver axe-blades and jugulars bitten;
Brown, dripping packages tied up with string;
These are the fears that my fevered brow brings.
Cream-colored sputum and crispy fried poodle;
Door-slams and canned spam that feature my doodle;
Horse-hornet hybrids with lye-coated stings;
These are the fears that my fevered brow brings.
Girls in six pieces with cleaned-and-dressed slashes;
Snowflakes that aren't but are nuclear ashes;
Vigilant justice by god-sent right wings;
These are the fears that my fevered brow brings.
On the dark nights,
When black dogs sing,
When I'm going mad,
I simply fear what my fevered brow brings,
Then it goes to worse...from bad.
Cheers,
Marc Von Shut-Yer-Trapp ("
Do: a deer, a roadkilled deer...")