The Locked Door ~ by Katrina Curtiss 12.13.21
Inclusion, intrusion, chaotic illusion Hearts break in chaotic confusion
Inclusion, intrusion, chaotic illusion Hearts break in chaotic confusion
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.
This morning, Basura Cat woke up with the Rooster Saying, “Huzzah, it’s time for my booster!” It’s been 6 months since she got her 2nd shot She thinks that it has helped her quite a lot.
Life can be so hard, one step taken at a time Hoping that it is the answer one will find Illusion, delusion, recluse and divide The biggest problem is ones’ pride.
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.
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…
On International Cat Day, Basura does not mess around She wears a gown and tiara as her crown
Basura Cat said, “Oh don’t ya know, I am going to play the ol’ banjo!” “I’ll wag my tail to keep beat, use my claws as picks, that will be really neat.”
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.