Not Such A Prized Life

i'm made of tiny straw bones
so very precious and weak
hear my voice in a delicate tones
screaming out a lame defeat

see holes in my dress
give you a little peek

let the cats scatter and shed
my house built on thrones of cat litter
the aroma pulling you in a coma
no one visits

see the holes in my house
give you a little peek

not such a prized life
live with me then run to sea