Already regretting asking Charles Bukowski to review the new 'Cats'

somebody needs

to throw a god damn boot

at Mr. Mistoffelees

illusions

screw this jellical distraction

this is not quiet, small

nor should one anthropomorphize

a pissant cat

prancing about a stage

you don’t know what theater is

I am telling the director, who is not there

fuck your memories!

there is no fire, it is a cop out, a fake

something to cry in a theater that needs emptying

as they escort me to the door

threatening legal action

I go to Charlie’s and order a pint of rye

it tastes good