The claws will come out
Of the bars,
My Lust.
Oh yes, they will first peek, curious.
So you reach out,
Even though this alley is dark
With boxes of people
Everywhere you look.
No, it is not safe

Because then, the scratch,
Maybe it's play?
Then she digs in,
That god ******
Ferrell pussycat.

She's never been easy to tame,
Whether it was the Hispanic boys
On that public school playground,
Or the teenager suburbanites yelling
From their car windows.
It definitely wasn't the stray tomcats
She met in the park,
Because of them
She darts glances with
A slick, rapid gleam in her eyes.

But maybe, Oh maybe,
Sweet, drunken docker,
Maybe you will glance back,
Just a pet, hen keep walking.
Maybe, she'll follow you home,
Purring as she presses
Her tail against your legs.