lies we've lived

you haven't though about dying
in quite a while and your medication is full
the reality show that you're watching is a repeat
and will soon climax after the final participant
swallows a shit load of uncooked pig intestines
but you've seen this episode before and are getting
antsy at its predictable ending otherwise life is grand
your conscience cleared of the affair you ended
months ago and other wrong doings as expected
the finalist throws up into the camera you too hear
a choking sound at your feet it's your cat regurgitating
eyes big and round like the poor carton cats
beaten senselessly by cute mice you begin to panic
and feed it the rest of your rum it ceases breathing
and becomes one with the carpet you'll have to explain its
death to a little girl and her irate mom you sit and watch the
room spin on its axis tomorrow on your way to work you
encounter a stray cat who offers you free advice but you decide
to take the train instead standing above you is a bigger cat it is
vile and demands all of your attention its paws lock into your flesh
like a lieutenant you cry out for help to the two angels fornicating
on a nearby poster hoping that they will take pity on you snap their
fingers wiggle their noses or whatever they do in heaven to make things
alright again