Gone Cat
By Dennis Robinson
In bombed out
Boring
Bed-sit land
Where the Baracucudas abound
Frankie the fading hipster
Fades away without a sound
Pops off to his personal paradise
In a cosmic cloud of dust and smoke
To the land of milk and honey
Marijuana and Coke
Crazy on the pressure
To be either there or square
Frankie chooses the former
Slips metaphorical flowers
Into his hair
Damp drips from the ceiling
Of his twelve by twelve foot cell
Smashed out of his brains
It's paradise
Straight
It's living hell
"There's only ever been one answer"
Comes Frankie's frail retort
"Oblivion baby, oblivion
It is the last resort."
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