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"‘scuse me, ‘scuse me, ‘scuse me" "what, what, what!" "i got this vision in my head of a metaphysical cat" "oh that - forget it!" "forget what?" "what's the difference? it goes on, the bomb goes off the bomb goes boom" i got this vision in my head of a metaphysical cat she can't do miracles and tough stuff like that since her spiritual talent as such is not too much i haven't found my faith or thrown away my crutch lord, she looks like she might have been manufactured in Akron her fur ain't fur, it is 40% Dacron but that ectoplasmic cat she's my spiritual mama with her tupperware eyes and her fake-fur pajamas she got four left paws no clout, no claws but she walks with me ‘neath explosions in the sky and she talks with me about presidents who lie and she guides me ‘cross the panic plain when i get manic she lives in the back of my brain i got this vision in my head she's a metaphysical bluff she can't prognosticate rate our fate or any of that high-rate stuff she's rough, she's tough she's didn't just appear on a cosmic breeze from some burnt-out, hyped-up supernova beyond the Pleiades that metaphysical cat she ain't some quaint saint or mythical ancient queen know what i mean? her predictions are as accurate as people magazine but she walks with me past apartheid and parades and she talks with me about protestations against the United Nations pro-radical, anti-liberal political parades and she cries with me about my best friend who got so sick so quick and went and died of AIDS she gets me through this twenty-first worst century pain when she lives in the back of my brain hey hey, look, I know, as visions go mine is minor, half way, way beyond total manic yet so semi-mundane she could never be in a book by Shirley Maclaine but she gets me through the dreck the used car wreck demons in the drain the nuclear waste<br Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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