A review of my ex-girlfriend's cat in the form of a poem

by Terd Macchio

Her cat is blind, as in,
he has no God damn eyes.
He just sits in her living room
caterwauling at enigmatic shadows
that simply are not there.

I like him.

Black with patches he's
gangly like me and boney
like your grandmother in
the last days of her life.
She was blind too, wasn't she?

I like him more than her.

Terd Macchio is a lover, not a figher. Find his credits at www.okcupid.com/profile/Cattatostrophe.

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