Aristocat

Written by Vincent Zulawski

Well versed in pleasure

Stranger to pain

Captain of leisure

Knows not what is rain

He seeks the vapor, the thrill of death

The lizard bound precautious steps

He leads outward and beyond the vale of growing tree’s

He works not much

His idle touch

Is enough to keep him afloat

Through his affairs

He veers unaware

As though on top a nameless boat

The seasons change
Lives rearrange

Yet still, he sleeps with his hat

They stare and glare but know not where

Really lives this drunken cat