Cat in Abu Ghraib

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Deprived of when and what who

No one here to meow back to

Hard to get cozy in Abu Ghraib

With strobe lights and acid rock

But once every week

A girl with pixie hair

And forty other men

Take me out on a leash

I smile and tell them

“I’m a cat! Of what help am I

If all I am is feline?”

They laugh and say,

“اصمت يا رجل القط !”

And stab me all over.

They don’t know that when I’m out

Things are guaranteed to be

Warm, nice and cuddly

All else an afterthought

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to Lynndie England