19 or Must Love Cats

19 or Must Love Cats

A Poem by CharlyeMonroe
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Number 19 from The Knockouts

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I fell in love with this girl once who had a dog
All the boys that came over were afraid of it
Save me
I’m a cat person by the way
She said cats were s***s
I knew it wouldn’t last
Funny thing is
For a holiday I left her to look after my kitty
She fell in love
I came home to pictures of the two of them hugged up next to each other
Go figure
Dogs chase cats
Tis the nature of the s**t
Right?
This morning I had an epiphany
The key to getting my practice really going
Maybe I’ve been watching too many movies though
Angel-a and other French films
Some German ones too
The muse
It helps me sleep at night
That and a night cap
The obvious one being excellent sex
The kind that leaves you breathless
Nothing like a good old fashioned, gut wrenching, face contorting, tear filled orgasm
Those were the days
Nothing limp about love
Wake up like
Where was I?
I need an assistant
Essentially I do all the work but I give out a ton of credit
It is the little things
You know?
An extra pair of hands, lips, thighs
Sorry
I slipped again
I think I need a towel
Moving things can be a m**********r when you are on a roll
Reloading water guns
Insert pencil into sharpener
Rotate
Blow on it
It is no fun to watch paint dry and huffing the stuff is harmful
Fans help of course
Fresh air and heavy circulation
I like to leave the windows open
Top down please
I’m six foot nothing
6’2 on a good day
Black hair
Black eyes
Black heart
I don’t work out much but I’m always up for a little cardio
Anything to get the blood pumping and breathing heavy
I’d say I'm in the best shape of my life
That might be an overstatement
My lifestyle keeps me trim
Broad shoulders and abdominals
I’m not on any dating sites
I take things too lightly
Go figure
I think I’m more cut out for affairs
Ashley Madison type things
Cupid is cool and all when it hits but my profile is too strange
Let’s face it
Everyone is looking for the same thing
Meaning at best
But who wouldn’t go for a mindless f**k
No one wants to say it though
But who’s kidding whom?
At least I’m honest
I am a bit picky
Definitely sharp
I’ll eat just about anything and I play rough
If you can bruise me I’ll give you bonus points
I dig love and affection
I may look cold
But I won’t steer you wrong
If you’re going to be on staff, you have to know a few things
Travel is very important
We go to exotic locations and may end up in sticky situations
It is part of the job
Stick around and you might learn a thing or two
Generally all expenses are paid
Save your money for airfare and souvenirs
I will take care of the accommodations
There is no salary anyway so say what you will
I wake up early and stay up late
I like to steal
I don’t rob people
I am a terrorist
It is what it is
Get right or get left
I’m keen to help you on your projects
I like nice things
It doesn’t mean I don’t like to get my hands dirty
I can show you some things that will make you say like what
We are on call after all
If you have a boyfriend it’s okay
I don’t do the jealous type though so please keep your dog on a leash
You wouldn’t want him to get bitten
I make a few requests
It is a practice at the end of the day
I like slim girls and fit women
It’s a personal preference
Everything else is up for grabs
It takes discipline
Be able to carry your weight
Keep a spare cell phone battery
I don’t shy away from smokers
Any ink is a plus
And I like sunflowers
So I guess I need an application
For starters
I’d love to hear about your p***y

© 2013 CharlyeMonroe


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Added on January 14, 2013
Last Updated on January 14, 2013
Tags: The Knockouts, Poetry, Love, Beat, Travel, Distance, Regret, Sorrow, Political, Biographical, Meta, Stream, Conscious, Free, Verse

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CharlyeMonroe
CharlyeMonroe

San Francisco, CA



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Writer/Artist/M**********r I'm from America, all of it. Monotheist, believer in the one true G-D Every poem is a love poem. more..

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