The shop opened shop a hair before nine
The cat ladies browse for collars with chimes
Their preciouses wait out front in the car
So we stay unscathed in our jelly jars
While shop owner sprinkles pellets, we dine
Like Valentine drunks on whole wheat and wine
Until we stuff ourselves to the gills
And we erupt, oh belly up
We die
My skin turns to milk and my skeleton molds
As you give back my old bag of bones
Two quarters later, I'm all alone on a shelf
And they find myself
Oh, we're belly up
When my bowl dried up, I rotted out
I don't seem to mind since you skipped town
When my bowl dried out, rotted inside out
I rotted out and they tossed me out