Rough Night Out

Abandoned cactus cat scratching post on 9th Avenue in Hell's Kitchen, New York City.

I escaped the claws of a lion

To be abandoned in the rain,

But I was gloriously free

To start my life again.

But the night brought a recklessness

That only a sad mind can understand,

Because when you’re alone in Hell’s Kitchen

You’re vulnerable to the cruelties of man.

Now my freedom is gone,

Vanished with the deluge of the storm.

And walking by my heartbreak on the sidewalk

Has become our sad society’s norm.

So goodbye 9th Avenue,

And all of your shady tricks.

I may be a cactus,

But y’all are the real pricks.

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