From
this issue......
My
Guardian Biped
Absolutely
no talking cats!
--submission
guideline
Yes
He can, yes He can,
He can open that can.
Open He can
most
anything, even
His notsnout, even
this carpeted heaven
He
stalks--like He's ready
to sprint up a tree
with pure joie de vivre.
But
High Muckamuck
moves
in slow motion--stuck
on two legs. The poor shmuck.
And
His tongue couldn't tweeze
this Lilac Burmese
to pluck out the fleas.
Though
it never unwraps
to sandpaper His lips,
it endlessly flaps.
Now
He folds, in midair,
to conform to His Chair.
That stare. That stare.
He
wants me, right there,
for a lap dance. Oh dear.
That hide with no fur
on
One that can't purr.
--Gilbert
Allen
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