Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Carpathian Cat

The twisted Carpathian Cat
doesn't like the jungle anymore.
His red whiskers look as a
hellish gray in the full moon glow.
Night is his time to pounce.
The robust trickery of the soft,
elusive, feminine bottom.
His achievement at truly tracking
and penetrating the butt cat
inspired the Gods to spray
the jungle flowers
with an aphrodisiac mist.
The Carpathian Cat doesn't
like the jungle anymore
because his lust drives
him mad.
The resulting effort of his
self soothing launched a
desert city whose chief
industry is gambling and
distraction from the potential
pains of natural arousal.

1 comment:

jnkw said...

mauvais chat: simplifiant l’attrait du gangster: modes narratifs