Me and the alley cat
out in the street
waxing poetic
scouring for meat
greasy hair
soiled sweater
the fur looked worse
but his stroll was better
alley and the fence
fighting for morsels
making no cents
crazy homeless sweater guy
of mangy friend and bloodshot eye
plotting with his pet
it doesnt get much worse I bet
he only spoke once shortly
I'd slammed another vein
as consciousness corrupted
he started to complain
"you and I might roam together
even share a bite
but see I'm more of a loner
a creature of the night"
I nodded into numbness
as he crept into the fog
and right before I fell away
he said "get a f***ing dog"
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