All These Wasted Nuts - No Gods, No Masters, Just Cats!

Poems About Cats

Poems about cats for a girl i do not know
With my ears blocked
I can still hear her scream
Let the desperation flow
Break the dams down in this hole
Burst them
We will not idly bleed
Mister mundane won't be back due to fear of our attack
The kids will be free

No more picket fence culture
Borders
Or that shit we called home

Poems about cats for a girl i do not know
With my ears blocked
I can still hear her scream
Let the desperation flow
Breach the dams down in this hole
Strike back
Until we see

No more picket fence culture
borders
Or the shit we called home
No more picket fence culture
borders
Or the shit we called home

Poems about cats for a girl i do not know
With my ears blocked
I can still hear her scream

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Writer(s): Shaun Richards
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