Spotty cat was black and white,
dogs gave her such a fright,
curled up on my bed at night,
protect her with all my might.
At first she refused my charms,
then she slept in my arms,
light a smoke sh'd leave the room,
put it out, come back soon.
When the house she got out,
make me chase, run about,
she came not home one day,
where she went I could not say.
This she could not see,
again she will be with me,
saw wind flowing through a tree,
it was spotty coming back to me.
About the Author
I was born in Melbourne Australia on march 4th 1957. My mother worked in a pie van at Victoria market. My father drank. My brother, sister and I used to take time off school, go to the museum, sneak into the zoo. When I was 9 we moved to a country town not far from the city. I enjoyed roaming around the paddocks. I didn't do well at school, I dropped out to pursue a career in retail. I managed an aquarium successfully. In 1985 I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, with this came heavy cannabis use. I was in and out of hospital for a long time. New medications have made me stable, I haven't been hospitalised since 2000. I have a generous disability pension. I am polite and courteous which makes me friends and with my childhood poverty and mental illness I have been treated well by government workers. It's like wading in a lake of TLC.
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