Just say no to kitten huffing euphoric hit that ruins lives it's a path that led to doom addiction to rice pudding resist the urge for plush fur seeking fragrance locked within it's source of all sin that covenant broken in past times.
The holy books has it wrong an apple was not the fatal charm instead a feline was the lure for sin to enter mankind's heart the lying serpent spun his lie furry kitten held in hand 'it's not right for the boss to keep nirvana for himself'.
The temptation lay in fur for the fragrance trapped within dulcet notes that were forbid became the knowledge not meant for man the rest is history to our chagrin an end to goodness all bemoan even as the addicts claim they find God by breathing deep.
Never mind the hairballs coughed or the new fear of any dogs the transgression that's ****** us all is still pursued by high and low in plush enclaves of the rich or dank hovels behind closed doors Lucifer laughs as the trapped breathing misdeeds into life.
“Breathing Misdeeds” is about the true source of Original Sin: kitten huffing. For the record, I’m not OK with the only using the word “kitten”. Grown cats are good for huffing also. With that said, the flow of the poem worked better with “kitten”. Poets do have to make compromises for their art.