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Inspired by the master and margarita, and cats.


Never trust the Cats.

The Cat strolled in around midnight,
she only shows when the moon is full and bright.
She snuck in to an unexpecting bar, who had an open door.
There was gunsmoke and blood covered the floor.

The Cat assesed her situation, quickly scanned the room.
At the far end of the bar, behind a tilted table a man had met his doom.
He clutched a bag with both arms, he must have squeezed it tightly,
The cash had spilled out on the floor wich made cat smirk lighty.

The Cat walked down the stairs and jumped up on the Bar.
She past the pool of blood there up from afar,
her boots white and the rest was black as char.
A step down a barstool and she arrived "like a fucking star!"
Cat spun around she hadn´t heard a creak!
Who was it that had snuck up on a creature this sleak?

The cats old master appeared in her vision,
cat´s eyes widened in recognition.
His eyes glistened back with a smile made only by cats.
"So this is what you do when I´m away?
Off killing for cash, or was he just in the way?"

Cat almost hissed at him in pure spite,
she`d never killed for anything but delight.

She grabbed the bag and in one swift move and she was halfway through the kitchen door.
When the dead man grabbed her boot and she fell down on he floor.

Her mastered uncocked his gun as walked towards the two.
"Now, what do you think your´e doing to my Pussy?" his smile widening.
"I´m going to have fun with you."

In her mind she was already in the alley over the fence wall.
But her knee was aching terribly from the previous fall.
And even if she could move she was frozen still
The master used the voice that always made her chill.

And he was a terribly haunting sight to behold,
He hadn´t looked like this since she left the fold.
His long dark hair and the coat now bloody at the hem.
And his eyes, oh his eyes resembled a bloody shining gem.

With a single blow his polished leather boots had broken the mans jaw in two.
A blood gargling scream filled bar, from a dead man black and blue
the master frowned looked almost annoyed at this reaction and replyed
"Now we can´t have all of that.." and shot him in the face, it all fell quiet "Now thats better, thats dignified." He turned to her but she was already gone.

"Next time pussycat, im bringing you home..."











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  Birk Andersson
ACAB -
all cats are
beautiful

2019-02-07

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