Now there’s only one,
In the fridge just now I found,
Milk in the milk replacer,
Gone baby when I return to the kitty carrage,
Two old fucks like another day at the feed throff,
And a dead kitten left when I was feeding others,
His last meal was some human chicken soup and water,
Bang the drum slowly,
Bang the drum softly,
Still my heart,
I had just said to him,
If you leave whike I’m gone,
Stay with me till I die,
Now his little body lays stretched out,
Still,
Still,
Still,
No, I don’t care if you’re counting my words,
Still,
One more becayse I’m crying,
still.
Val Whitewolf 