Prurience

I feel like I was born on the 30th of February Bones and dust crawling to life out the cemetery Bold old soul modal disposition's adversary Neon lights flash a bullet to the freshly living Pretense I'm sure I would If I wanted to Benevolent Cat talk I'm prurient Appealing to the light from a newborn life that's well worth living Free from the strife of a doldrums life most ordinary Be so double plus good a bed for emprise most impending The queen keeps quiet while the tulips gnash like cassowary Intense But good I would If I wanted to Impertinent Cat talk Concupiscent Irreverent Full bent In elegance Benevolent Cat talk I'm prurient