Cat, how does it feel
To know that no matter
If your eyes are of steel
And your heart like the latter
You will be received with love?
When humans copy your style
They are met with rejection
As if heaped with the bile
Of society's reflection.
You're the worst role model.
But they too spurn emotion
With a life almost sadistic;
I believe they repent with devotion
To the life of an artistic.
But what have you done?
You lie and lick and paw
And pretend to have a master
To whom you give the bird in your maw,
Bloody with the night's disaster.
Beauty must excuse everything.