Poem 1: The Ballad of Felicia's Bench
On the cracked old bench at sunset,
Felicia sits, her eyes aglow,
Watching shadows stretch and mingle
Where the barrio breezes blow.
Her words are soft as falling dusk,
Yet sharp as alley glass,
She gathers stories, scars, and hopes,
And lets the judgments pass.
Around her, cats with battered pride
Circle close, their secrets bare,
El Gato Blanco, La Sombra,
Pawloma's tangled hair.
They come not just for wisdom,
But for laughter, for a chance—
To be seen beneath their armor,
In the glow of Felicia's glance.
She teaches them the power
Of a story bravely told,
That every child and alley cat
Is worth their weight in gold.
So when the sun sinks lower
And the city starts to sleep,
Felicia's bench holds memories
The Cartel Cats will keep.
Parody Song 1: Badges and Ball Games
(Parody of "Bad Boys" by Inner Circle)
Chorus:
Badges, badges, whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
Badges, badges, whatcha gonna say?
When the Cartel Cats wanna play?
Felicia on the bench, she's keeping score,
El Zorro's cracking jokes, La Pantera wants more.
El Tigre's got the fence, Pawloma's got the ball,
But when the sirens wail, they freeze, one and all.
Chorus:
Badges, badges, whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
Badges, badges, whatcha gonna say?
When the Cartel Cats wanna play?
They're not looking for trouble, just a little respect,
But the badge and the ball, they always intersect.
So if you see them gathered as the sky turns blue,
Remember every cat's got a story—maybe two.
Chorus:
Badges, badges, whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?