Pick Your Battles

 

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I will always

find my

Warrior Princess

She will always

be way within

She will wait

until I really

need her

For something

I really must

win

Kait King

30th June 2019

Covidius Insidious

Here comes

A virus

Here comes

A plague

Here comes

The UN

The WHO

Der Hague

Here comes

Mad Max

Here comes

The Stand

Chaotic

Pandemic

Just a question

Of when

And death:

Is it 1 in 2

Or 1 in 4?

Or 6 out of 10?

Or even…

More?

Here is

The second coming

See the

Novel mute

Silent

Violent

Sneaky death

A body

Down a chute

Listen…

Gloves are

Snapping on

Facemasks

In demand

No one knows

This chaos

The world is

Out of hand

Kait King 20/03/20

A broken me

a broken me

Lustful gaze

across a smoky haze

of a darkened bar

incognito

I don’t know

but a broken me

and a broken you

won’t do

I don’t have the strength

to save us both

and you just won’t know

what to do

© Kait King, 2015

My Harry – Goodbye…

I know you’re

With Mum, now

But I miss you

All the same

I miss your constant

meow

And calling out

Your name

I miss you, My Harry

Things are just

Not the same

You’re not lieing

upside down

On the driveway

Or being a

Major pain

I don’t fall over you,

Anymore

And the fridge hasn’t

Been scratched

In a week

I miss stroking

your old body

That once was young

And sleek

I miss your sweet face,

My Harry –

Your cookie-making paws

Your teapot curled

fluffy tail

And everything and more…

Kait King 20th of May 2025

In memory of one of the coolest cats I’ve had the pleasure of sharing a fraction of my lifetime with, but all of his. I wasn’t ready to let him go. I have a massive empty space I don’t know how to fill right now.

Old Words Lost


Te Kopuru

The Chinese have called this generation of Taiwanese millennials “The Strawberry Generation.” To me, this seems appropriate to most of the world at this time. The Strawberry Generation is so called because they bruise easily, have no resilience, and give up in a heartbeat.
Because everything is so readily available online, whether it be from clothes to sex – you can own it, see it, have it – now, pretty much. I notice that our young people are not used to having patience or having to work for anything because everything is just ‘there’. So, have we created a generation of spoiled brats? Or impatient and uncontrollably angry and frustrated youths? Are these people going to be the adults who have to look after our elderly generation? I don’t mean to cluster everybody into the same box, as this is not fair or true, but I do believe that many of our young people have these attitudes and belief structures about life.
Along with instant gratification, there is also this “throw away mentality,” so we have the availability and the discarding instantaneously, of just about everything. This is now not just the discarding of unwanted objects like clothes or a cell phone, but the discarding of humanity. We throw away so much – even letters that belong in words. But that’s ok – I get it, it’s simpler, quicker, textier….it just feels like the next generation is forgetting how to spell – or never learned, or how to use grammar – capital letters, even. It just seems a little sad…and throw away, and wasteful…and sometimes fucking annoying to try and decipher when I shouldn’t be bothering anyway, but I do try.
I don’t think I would care so much if I wasn’t so into words, language, creating stories or getting a point across. I don’t want to live without words like devotion, loyalty, dignity, grace, honour. Not only that, but I want those words to be relevant in day to day relationships – at home, at work, at play. To operate in the world with dignity, with grace – these things seem not to have been shown to many young women. I want those words returned to us as women, I want them to be a part of how women are described. Not skanks, sluts, bitches, snobs, beeatch and every other name that is used to describe us these days.
And who wants to be loyal to, devoted to, or honor a slag anyway?

Just take more drugs…

Pain eats you up

it gnaws on my

already

frazzled nerves

Pain is a game

I play against

my self,

my will,

my mind

Pain wears me down

it sucks away at my

strength,

my soul,

my life

© Kait King, 2015

Decomposing flesh? Er…No Thanks

What are your feelings about eating meat?

I’m a realist. I know people will never stop eating meat. But I do want them to think about the facts involved in meat production. People are consuming the terror, cruelty, and hell that that animal went through before it was murdered.

Not only is their flesh tender because they leave it to rot for up to 6 weeks or more, but also because the poor soul has been terrorized and releases certain chemicals of fear and distress which apparently ‘tenderize ‘ the meat too. I am horrified at the way they are treated. If you are going to sacrifice these unwilling, sentient beings so you may eat flesh (there’s plenty of other stuff to eat), then at least treat them with kindness, respect, reverence, even. But we don’t.

Below are pictures of Smudge, my 300-pound house-pig. He was a week old when I got him and turns 1 on the 14th of February 2024. He was rescued from a crated pig farm. He had 16 siblings, who now at 9 months old will be slaughtered or placed in a gas chamber, screaming in fear and terror.

I give Smudge the best life I can. I remind myself that he is living his best life for the other 16 piglets, too.

I just want people to think before they eat or purchase, in particular, production line products. Smudge is a funny, quirky, intelligent, devious, curious, grumpy, cute companion. He’s deserving of his life – just like you or I, it was gifted from the creator. Who are we to take it? And if you had to kill and butcher your own….could you?

Smudge as a baby, with Frank