No money for me,
No money for bar soap,
Laundry soap,
Gas,
To drive to Wisconsin,
To buy a bag of chocolate,
I have two pairs of shorts,
Socks,
One pair of pants,
No money,
Loath my skin ripping,
Blood dripping down my leg,
No where to walk in socks,
When others go somewhere there isn’t a lost to do before even leaving your home!
Cats scrathing my walls,
You know your blood is zooming down your leg with one Tear sound,
I’m starving got no milk,
My list is long before I get to eat,
It will not be alone,
Its like Native Americans on the warpath surrounding the alien ,
Oh and I got the game start time wrong,
Vikings play at noon,
Packers at 345pm,
This is not my life I continue to tell myself,
Not the rest of my life,
I’m a writer who sells books and buys them,
Can’t even buy books,
Was just to Decorah,Iowa,
No money to go into the thrift shop for books,
My Goddess that sucks,
Pity no money in what I know about cats!
Git to finish using last of bandage stuff then feed cats in kitchen,
Tomorrow, we will have no cat food and only feed twice a day now,
The kitties are copping,
Then bring simple green yo TV room to clean that carpet,
Then eat watch game,
Go to Walmart hopefully,
Hope you have stuff,
I hope to have stuff one day again and a gloor I can walk in socks again.
Have to go back into kitten room damn mother cat is sticking babies under the damn bread rack,
Preetty is calling,
Val Whitewolf 