You’re no feline, dear, trust me Your reactions are slow like your atrophied body You’re no kitty cat, love, you see I wouldn’t want to pet you if you met me in the street Mr Husky your pecs don’t impress me Replaced with saggy ****, no time for self-preservation Only the perseveration of the image in text
In the age of technology The geek inherits the earth In this world where weirdoes aren’t so And crazy cat ladies are beacons of sanity I’m always the type to be pushed into fringes ****** through the vortex of the obscure Fandoms, fantasies and ideas of the crazy
You call yourself a fox? You show no cunning Only a disdain for the “mundane”, contrived pedantry and cynicism My otter friend, can you even swim? And I never knew owls were supposed to have ******* But here I am, I can’t complain Partaking in the art of the insane There’s no harm in pretending, it’s only a game Reality is ******* boring, and life’s a ***** So don those ears and pretend you’re thin!
You know you’re no **** wolf-man I can see your ribs lad! I swear, Human hippopotamus are preposterous And what sort of a monkey are you?? But what of it, let’s just throw a **** party!
About the wacky sub cultures that have become mainstream knoweledge thanks to the web.