What was that yesterday
What was that double down for me to see
I never mind the breath of you
Said in sincerity
But what was the mimic to
Said live in distaste with clarity
The little mocking bird with mass disorder
Was as unwelcome as it could be
And restraint was called to order
Lest I let a little fire free
And roast the very toast
Of my mocking bird's parody
More apt to see an old alley cat
That dawned the feral lips of me
The dankness of it's descent
The oder of it's clinging free
What gift my lord does that present
Other than what was given by me
A little dose of cat scratch fever
For dirt under those collective nails
Was dug from the litter box of me