I’m cold and running around on the internet like a blame fool. I’ve got so much to do I don’t know where to go next, so I am compulsively visiting the same websites over and over.
there’s a happy little photo of where my life’s been lately.
It’s fun. Truly.
But I am tired,
and wishing for moment I was doing Sweeney Todd.
Or at least knew where I could phone Mrs. Mooney to unload some CATS . . .
“Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop,
Does a business, but I notice something weird —
Lately all her neighbors’ cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her —
Wot I calls
Popping pussies into pies.
Wouldn’t do in my shop —
Just the thought of it’s enough to make you sick.
And I’m telling you them pussy cats is quick.”