An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat

An enigma is too much for a cat to eat
With Cutco claws
Finally left unattended in the kitchen
and stainless-steel sporks.
Its consistency, gelatinous,
A half-blended smoothie of unknown.

A penny is too pretty to swallow like a pill
Just the thought brings olfactory anxiety
My March is buried under ice and
Knitted leg warmers.

An Arizona green tea is too refreshing to deprive myself
Not that the low-sugar Fanta isn't good.
I eat the cake to spite the scale
And burn a vanilla skin
Inside my red ashtray
Which I brough, legally, from a college aged nymph.

A man is too weak for an arrow to bother desiccating
Hypocritical; they want a stringless, traceless, internet crime
But fill with rage when our morals break in different places.
I closed Cadaver's tomb and laid a single rose atop
Hoping they are locking in a padded cell until all the children die
And are given no anesthesia for their castration.

Your junior year of high school is too idyllic to spend it crying in the bathroom
The psychology project will get done... Eventually.
At the neuroplastic age of sixteen,
I will sneak out, get high, and stay up all night.
The girls who don't like me won't have their rumours argued
I'll be too busy reading horror novels.

A mother loves too hard to be ignored and dejected.
She has beared me burdenless-ly
And let me leech off of her years past my due date
Her breast, her soft palm, the ever-caring love machine
Never will I forget the fear of my youth
But I can put it in the attic so we can watch your favourite films in peace.

There isn't a day I don't want to bite that enigma
To indulge in abnormality
Sometimes, my teeth touch its flesh... and the misery returns
But I lock it in a little box
Push it under the bed
And lay atop a pink bed, purring.