It is a tedious trek, head kept low Keeping to me the things I know Privileged by the color of my skin Privileged by the silence of my sins.
Knock me down and color me amazed that anything that I had to say vibrated with others. But then I realized that it's what I've been doing all of my life. Trying to vibrate with others.
Basura wants to aerobicise Because her weight has gone up one size So with leotard and a yoga mat She works out each day, so she doesn’t get fat.
Lately, Basura Cat just has not been the same She wants her name to be part of a hurricane “Why not me?” She cries with all of her might “Hurricane Basura, the name sounds just right!” I told her that hurricanes can hurt people a lot But all she did…
Basura Cat came up to me, As I watched the Afghans’ trying to flee. A tear touched both of our eyes, As their only freedom is through the skies.
On International Cat Day, Basura does not mess around She wears a gown and tiara as her crown
Basura Cat is paw stomping hot It’s the Olympics she says, she now will boycott It’s the tiny bikinis that make her so mad She thinks they are scandalous and bad.
Sitting upon a pile of cash Thinking of how to spend it fast They decided to live their boyhood dreams And build their separate flying machines.
Basura Cat said, “But I thought…” I replied, “Yes you do that a lot.” She said, “But didn’t they say?” I could see her eyes filled with dismay.
Basura Cat came back from the store With a 12 back of beer, ready to pour She said she had once tried smoking pot But lost her dealer, because they had fought. She popped the beer top, and then drank some Which impressed me because she has not thumbs She…