Poem : Catawampus.

Catawampus.

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You sit crosswise, high upon my wall

Looking coolly down upon me.

I did not see you there at first

But you have obviously been here before,

And so I quietly nestle down

Upon a birdshit smeared chair

To enjoy the beauty of your face

And it’s ancient imperial stare.

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