The shop opened shop a hair before nine   The cat ladies browse for collars with chimes   Their preciouses wait out front in the car   So we stay unscathed in our jelly jars   While shop owners sprinkles palettes, we dine   Like Valentine drunks on holy day wine   Until we stuff ourselves to the gills   And we erupt, oh belly up   We die      My skin turns to milk and my skeleton molds   As you give back my old bag of bones   Two quarters later, I'm all alone on a shelf   And they find myself   Oh, we're belly up      When my bowl dried up, I rotted out   I don't seem to mind since you skipped town      When my bowl dried out, rotted inside out   I rotted out and they tossed me out