cat hat

There once was a cat in a hat
who wrote himself a tale about himself
i think he was half stoned when he did it
and i watched him as i drank vodka water

the cat was nimble
he wouldn't give up
but his style and prose
makes mine look like dust

so i asked him his name while he took a pause
it was jacob, no, jerry, or something like that
he had to be back on the train in a hurry
but he did not finish his tale of the cat in a hat

so he gave it to me
my writing cap on
and he told me to break free
in order to complete the story from within

"forget all the ruffles and do dongs i wrote
this story is now yours, i wish you good luck"

so i thought and i frowned
and i drank and i stumbled
to the pisser of a washroom
no creator insightful

i washed my face and hair in the sink
goddamn it, i need more drink
they were selling drink everywhere
its popular like that, if you dare

but tonight i'm drinking Russian
just vodka and a kiss
so i left town with the story
a constant nuisance to be dismissed

how can i finish off
such a wonderful plan
or so i thought
i thanked and i thought

the ending of the story
involves me getting drunk