Kitty Regrets

Kitty Regrets

Kitty regrets your wasted life,
expresses concern for your strife.
She sends some wine and fancy food,
with regards for your present mood.

You were her tom, she was your bitch;
you made her scratch, she made you itch.
She licked her claws and cleaned her face,
while you smoked and spoke to space.

Kitty regrets your rendered time,
espouses respect for your rhyme.
She sends her love and warm support
for dreams real life must cold abort.

You were her tom, she was your bitch;
she watched you struggle in your ditch
of delusion and aged pride.
She licked the wound you tried to hide.

Kitty regrets your empty plate,
your bloodshot eyes and pointless fate.
She sends her luck, she sends the charms
which once redeemed you in her arms.