Janky Cat

Every little town has

One crazy cat lady

And each cat lady has

One janky old cat

He ain’t no old house cat

All purring and cuddly

Won’t sit on your lap for

All the mice in the world

One leg a bit shorter

Than his other three legs

His tattered, messed-up ears

Torn from so much fighting

He’s not a milk drinker

Nor a gentle lover

He’s low-down and nasty

Chock-full of scratch and bite

His fur all disheveled

Matted down and dirty

A ratty-ass tail and

A mean disposition

He’s the king of the streets

Out prancing and pissing

And growling and hissing

Best you don’t cross his path