we used to have a cat we named Lamentations
he was a very sorry and very baaad little guy
who lived up to his name
now I read where candidates and ex-governors
and the very worst of the worst in our lives
have all these laments
well ‘bleep’ these assholes I say
look at what they’ve done to the country and the world
they should be doing their lamenting from prison cells
now Lamentations one night did not come home
we were in the country and something must have got him in the woods
an owl or a coyote or a fisher or whatever
we lamented for Lamentations and then
got another cat to keep the other three cats company
twenty-five years ago and I still remember him
I wish politicians and the worst of the worst
could just be put out at night in the woods to feed the critters
the coyotes and bears and catamounts get hungry donchaknow
I mean we wouldn’t be going out in the woods
and yelling ‘here, asshole, asshole, asshole’
we’d just say ‘well he was a baaad politician’
but it wouldn’t matter much I guess
because the worst of the worst are just like cats
there will always be more of them
Peter Buknatski
Montpelier, Vt.
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