.fury (it’s not always rainbows and unicorns)

I watch you paw your way towards men, inching closer with chapped hands, and in an outfit I would never bother in public.

You’re an odd creature – desperate, filthy, with a mutt-like appearance.

You cry and appear to take offence when you claw your way around people that don’t like to be touched.

I appear to stand aside, mute as you parade around – drunkenly –

but mark my words, you pathetic cougar: – when push comes to shove, my fury will rain on you –