THE OLD CAT ROLLS by Dennis Doph

beyond beyond . 65

The old cat rolls around in the sun
Impervious to the wishes of everyone
Grunting at a whiff of a dog in the street
Biting at the talons on his four fat feet
Cuddling and cooing when we stroke his chest
Giving Billy Bedamned about all the rest

Giving Billy Bedamned when Hillary sulks
Billy Bedamned about these Alaskan hulks
If the slut will marry the Ice Hockey King
Of if the Down's-Syndrome infant
ever knows anything
The cat doesn't care if Sarah slaughters a moose
And turns on her sullen husband with its blood
and its juice
The old cat just rolls around on our sundrenched quilt
And doesn't give a shit
if the Bridge to Nowhere ever gets built

The cat squats in his poop box and makes piss mud
Bites my hand softly and never draws blood
He doesn't care if Cindy is in Mamie Eisenhower mode
Or if John's neck swells till he's about to explode
The cat doesn't care about their multiple lies
Or the soft haze of pollution over Arizona skies
He just worries about warming his ancient bones
And doesn't give squat
about how many homes the bitch actually owns

Oh!
If Independent voters were like our old tom cat
But these dweebs never know where their heads are at
Sarah breaking her water can give them a thrill
And they all get hard when John shrieks
"Drill, Baby, Drill!"
They gaze briefly at Obama and then shy away
Knowing full well he's a lot smarter than they
They'll vote for the Old Cocker out of laziness and spite
And wonder why the Dude didn't captialize
on his mother being white
So we slide messily toward another fray in the balance
Wishing the Man were Dave Petraeus
who does pushups like Jack Palance

Trailer Trash is our new Big Noise from Winnetka
So geographically ignorant
she thinks Moscow is in Kamchatka
Once again real issues have been pushed to the side
As we agonize on poor Bristol who may never be a bride
The overreaching syndrome of this mighty nation
Is not freedom of choice; it's obfuscation

As the electoral gap becomes wider and wider
Hillary sits in Washington like a black widow spider
Putting blue plumes on her Presidential hat
Rolling in the Patomac sun like an old tabby cat