Ketamania
Bluelight Crew
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- Dec 30, 2017
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I wrote this quite awhile ago while sitting in a park:
Lots of cats
enjoy many pats
on their backs
Some yellows
many are mellow
chill fellows
feel their soft ears
after a few years
you shed many tears
in the small lab
you take a few tabs
a philosophical knife
you feel - it stabs
do they love me?
am I forever screwed?
I have no trustee
because of a blood feud
My eyes dialted
I'm intoxicated
Oh dear Felis Catus
I'm above the stratus
but my insides
burn like acid
did I eat pesticide?
my brain, is not placid
this feline
solely mine, is my
alkaline
only some like cats
some think they're brats
mine wears black top hats
wait, is this real?
something breaks, it's the keel
but yet, I don't feel
compressing my rib cage
I can feel the rage
struggle to turn this page
diaphragm blows up
doctor check ups
I need to wake up
the wind, it blows
how do I know
where to go?
consciousness comes back
and it is pitch black
I'm no longer distressed
It's just my soft calico cat
who lays on my chest
Lots of cats
enjoy many pats
on their backs
Some yellows
many are mellow
chill fellows
feel their soft ears
after a few years
you shed many tears
in the small lab
you take a few tabs
a philosophical knife
you feel - it stabs
do they love me?
am I forever screwed?
I have no trustee
because of a blood feud
My eyes dialted
I'm intoxicated
Oh dear Felis Catus
I'm above the stratus
but my insides
burn like acid
did I eat pesticide?
my brain, is not placid
this feline
solely mine, is my
alkaline
only some like cats
some think they're brats
mine wears black top hats
wait, is this real?
something breaks, it's the keel
but yet, I don't feel
compressing my rib cage
I can feel the rage
struggle to turn this page
diaphragm blows up
doctor check ups
I need to wake up
the wind, it blows
how do I know
where to go?
consciousness comes back
and it is pitch black
I'm no longer distressed
It's just my soft calico cat
who lays on my chest