Bastet is on his case

The daughter of the sun god
Bastet she will be
On the case
And is going to chase
Him
Through out
eternity

There is no way back for this son of a shit heap
His crime of grief and woe
Of agony and anguish
Its An affliction that will grow

That cat bore so much suffering
It’s misery so deep
Such terrible discomfort
And Its death was far too cheap

Picked up in Guatamala by some
Dirt bag of the street
And eaten alive to laughter
Where nothing was discreet

A wall of woe and plangency
A weeping wailing soul
Biting and then spitting out
In no kind of control

This monster this grotesque affair
This scarecrow for a man
Ill- favoured, and saturnine
A Grisly gruesome plan

Upon an innocent fellow
A little cat who tried
To jump down from his ugly grasp
But of course it was denied

Choking on the living flesh
As the blood began to spurt
Mutilated beyond belief
How it must have hurt

Spitting out the chunks of fur
And kicking them away
To the laughter of the children
Who for some reason did stay

That soulful little pussy
As white as driven snow
As pretty as just any cat
Received the final blow

Bitten in half it’s entrails
Strewn around the street
The vulgarity and the tawdriness
Was enough, to unseat

Any sane individual
Who witnessed this great sin
And karma is about to be
Coming for a spin

Bastet and her henchmen
Will take this man apart
Will tear out all his organs
And chew hard on his heart

Will scratch his skin off slowly
And bite his bollocks red
And not let go to this evil shit
Is well and truly dead