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Mittens the Kitten

Once not long ago In the vile state of Utah, An evil wizard Impregnated a feral cat with Mormon seed. In no time at all, A litter was born And all of them died But one– Mittens the Kitten. Mittens grew up with a sense of entitlement Because the evil wizard filled his head With the Mormon scriptures. When Mittens would catch and kill a mouse, The evil wizard would pet Mittens With a vigor that was borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to kill. In the evenings, Mittens would enjoy a bowl of warm blood. Sometimes it would coagulate, But Mittens loved his blood. He lapped it up With a a vigor that was borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to kill. The evil wizard was a Harvard Business Grad, And since feline-humanoids were not accepted At Harvard Business School, The evil wizard taught Mittens All that he knew. Mittens soaked up the knowledge With a vigor that was borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to kill. Some years went by and Mittens Became a successful business owner. He would lap up bowls of Other people's business With a vigor that was borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to kill. Fast forward to the present tense (My personal favorite tense) And Mittens is running for president. He uses his magical smirk to cloak his lies So that naive voters might believe that They should vote for this cat. He smirks and he lies With a vigor that is borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to kill.
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Oct 8, 2012
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