To a dead mother
I restored a baby cat that I found stuck in wax-It had but fifteen nostril holes and spores upon it's back.
I took him home and introduced him to my pork and beans
But then my ham was saddened, and I know why he's displeased
I forgot to remind mother that I couldn't bare
To ignore Jewish fairy tales she whispered on the stairs.
So when I walked outside and found the cat upon the ground,
I looked about and saw that your petunias weren't around.
But maybe If I thought of anti-kosher things to stay
Your flowers would get righteous and return to us one day.
So now I sit here on the bed, my eyes wide milky white.
I gaze in horror out the window, waiting for the light.
Poetry by Lazarus Knix
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Written on 2010-01-01 at 10:49
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