Scratch, Scratch, Scratch

Vic Chesnutt

Scratch, scratch, scratch goes the cat
on the carpet.
She stepped in the blue water bowl.
Twitch, twitch, twitch
goes my eyelid,
my tongue in a cavity hole.
I lost my passport one hairy night. I think they found it in the bald-bulb light.

Escrita por: Vic Chesnutt