DEXTER here sitting in a rotten Dive,
smoking a Winston waiting for the slob
of a Bartender to arrive.
"Bring me a Red Eye on the rocks.
Today has been as bad as a bag of dirty socks."
"First of all old Tom Cat carouses for a
fight, then my Wife doesn't come home all
frickin' night.
I am hunkering down for a fight with the dirty
Feline that knocked up my Wife."
The ugly Dude sitting next to me gave me a stare
as I glared back at him I growled, "I am a mean 'Son
of a Gun' you don't want to mess with me or this Dive
will hear you Catterwal throughout the night.
Written by: Tamara Lesley
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