The hardest thing

About secretly

Driving into the city

On a Sunday morn

To put food out for

The homeless cats

Who live in the make-shift

Shelters I built isn’t forcing

Myself up or dodging the

Cops. The hardest thing is

Finding a spot to piss after

The 45 minute ride out.

Tired of pissing in a cup

In some lot scrutinized by

24 hour video cameras, once

I pulled into the budget

Supermarket. After stepping

In with a full bladder, a cute

Black rent a cop asked me if

I needed some help. She wasn’t

Impressed by me driving out

To feed homeless cats, but she

Did direct me to the facilities.

Afterwards, I considered buying

Something, but there was only

One cashier on and the line

Was long. After trying for a

While to exit the spot, I came

To realize that every other

Avenue of escape was blocked

As if to say get in line and buy

if you want to bounce out.

Well, I wasn’t having it, and

Once again, the Bratz Doll

In blue had to ask if I needed

Some help. She had a face and

Body, and the way her hips

Swayed made me wanna make

Swirl baby. But dolls aren’t

Moved to mate with old

Crackas who feed stray cats.

But it’s all for the best, I love

Sentient beings too much to

Want to bring any into a

World like this.

— FB

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