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Where’s the Pun in That?

Not having drunk yet
Enough to fall down drunk
I’ll resort to poetry
To provide solace
In the face of life’s
Newest misadventure
Whatever short-coming
That may be
An immovable feast of
Broken sleep and what
Dreams come undone
That cruelly abide within
Me, an empty vessel
Drained of purr-puss
I’m feline cat-astrophic.