scooter was the best cat i never knew

old dogs learning new tricks
showing all the young bitches what theyve got
feelin gloriously wild and beautifully filthy
turning blank gargoyles into works of art
painting pictures of spiteful dreams
and honest failures
hearing the soft clink of sadness against sadness
as we gulp down disappointment like a fine wine
and as we sing our bittersweet swan song
i cry stale tears of turpentine
and taste the sweet honey of my fruitless efforts
maybe she wants to leave me for something better
maybe she was doing me a favor
and suddenly
its over