You slam a 'do-not-enter' in my face.
It locks me out, licks its paws, and purrs.
I pray for it to sway in silence,
from thought to clement second thought.
The room is full of your perfumed arrogance.
Newspaper in hand, I wriggle
under my seat belt of etiquette,
and glance furtively at the weather forecast.
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