SINGING CONTEST
T h e theme: ca t.
T he feeling: gentl eness.
(Do you reall y beli eve
I can 't be gentl e?)
My ca t.
White.
Blue in her whiteness.
Blue-white to the tip of her tail.
A sma ll devil in white uniform.
Grace full of criminal intenti on s.
Purring electri city.
Stop .
Let the theme be the same,
but the feeling be: gall antry.
(Listen to the bugle call )
My ca t defies dea th on her ca t's feet,
and draws back like a ra t,
coos like a dove,
chirps like a sparrow.
But. ...
. . . but the Bravos twins,
the Los Bravos's bastards (Los Bravos- the sho rt a rmed one,;;
they used
to
call him ).
the two baby angels in shorts,
the two an gels cruel and open -h earted .
the two mice revengers
strung up my ca t.
Oh , the white cat,
the blue one in her whiteness,
the one bl ue-white to the tip of her tail.
·Stalin was referred to as "The sha n -armed one"
