Lucy, the tiger-human hybrid
litigated against the lab and strutted out one day
to a clatter of cameras and bright lights.
She's all about mid-century modern.
Her home is all in avocado and burnt orange,
even her skin between the stripes.
She is uncommonly graceful
but life is awkward. Women won't let her
hold their babies for fear of bloody murder.
She has difficulty finding clothes that fit her.
Terrified clerks back away big-eyed, never thinking
of how these reactions hurt her.
On a friend's birthday, Lucy jumped out,
shouting "Surprise!" and the friend fainted.
These snafus happen all the time.
"Sweet ink!" crows the hipster at the coffee bar,
She does not correct him. "And you must work out!"
He may be just the guy she's had in mind.
At Lucy's house, retro fashion reigns supreme.
She and the kittens groove to the Stray Cats.
Her man is strictly cutting edge and avant-garde.
Life is so much better now, she says.
Things worked out thanks to lawyers and latte,
and the only thing she charges is her credit card.
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for Word Garden Word List--Apathy.
