It wasn't the rows or the rantings..
..the spells you cast or the chantings
It was the cat.
You loved that cat more than me..
..and the cat knew.
That much I could see.
The little rat I didn't like it all that much..
..in fact I couldn't bear to touch its fur.
It did not like me anyway
The little swine would stand and spray upon my suit.
You should have given it the boot.
Instead you gave the boot to me.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 6:12 AM UTC
It wasn't the rows or the rantings..
..the spells you cast or the chantings
It was the cat.
You loved that cat more than me..
..and the cat knew.
That much I could see.
The little rat I didn't like it all that much..
..in fact I couldn't bear to touch its fur.
It did not like me anyway
The little swine would stand and spray upon my suit.
You should have given it the boot.
Instead you gave the boot to me.
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