As mad as a cat chasing rats that never leave the walls-
day in and day out-
spent following the scritch-scratch
of their god forsaken paws,
just out of reach.
That would drive any creature livid,
and I’m as mad as that.
Madder even,
I daresay.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
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