The Cat

The cat always has to be
Here,
Or there,
Or somewhere
Near.
Just standing,
Or sitting,
Or laying down,
Halfway-twisted on her back
So that she can
Lick her cat pussy;
Doing anything
Just as long as she’s
Near.

So it’s not my fault
If she’s in my room,
Or on my bed,
Or my lap,
When I start to jerk off.

She’s the pervert
Who came into
My room
First. 

Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

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