Lingerie, that's what they say
she was wearing on that day
when they found her in the ditch
Some son-of-a-bitch had had his way
He had scratched that wicked itch
There are a lot of stray animals roaming the streets of my neighborhood.
You can hear the cats crying at night, and of course that sets the dogs to howling.
Then there are the squirrels tearing up the ground, and the mice who try to get in.
Sometimes they succeed.
I have even had an owl get in the house once; Boy, that was a hoot...excuse the pun.
Actually the owl never hooted, because it was a screech owl, and they sound like whistling tea kettles...when they make a sound at all.
Which makes me wonder why they are called "screech" owls.
And then there is that damn possum that creeps in the hole in the back attic.
It's not their fault they are homeless.
It's not their fault they are stupid.
But I cannot afford to let them all in. I cannot afford to feed all of these animals.
I can barely afford to keep a roof over my head.
All of these stray animals cause damage.
They dig up the lawn, they break the saplings and chew the bark off the trees. They will destroy anything they cannot eat.
And they don't speak English, so, I cannot reason with them.
But they are stray animals and they cannot help themselves.
There are a lot of stray criminals outside of my country.
You can hear them trying to get in.
They will destroy anything they cannot eat.
They will not learn my language, or adopt the customs of my land.
I cannot reason with them.
But that is THEIR fault.
They are not animals...
...or so I am told.