I despise your beady eyes and your orange hair
Or your black coat and disgusting snare I loathe the way you lick your paws I cringe when others look at you in awe I cannot understand the universal love for you, Nor will I try, because there are other things to do Like love a precious puppy, and cuddle with his fur Or pretend like for my sorrows and woes, he is my cure I do not like the way you chew your food It's quite repulsive and quite frankly, crude My eyes and ears are exhausted from your being But nowadays, unfortunately you are all I'm seeing. I do not know where this love has come from, I have prayed to make it stop, it is like a venom Some sort of epidemic, disturbing as the sights of rats, Why oh why is this the generation with a love for cats! I hate the way they walk and how they stop to take a glance around, to wonder if others are watching them, as if their life is some dance recital. It's repulsive the way they do their business in boxes, and force those around them to get rid of the sand and its horrific smell. Their claws are only used for destructing purposes,so if they're absent, it's somehow cruel. I hate the way they have made every single animate and inanimate object into furniture for their lavish living. But most of all, the thing I hate the most about these feline creatures, is that I am forced to live with one.
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AuthorI like to write; point blank. This is a little piece of me that I get to share with the rest of the world, and hey, you know, maybe you'll appreciate it, maybe it'll do nothing for you. But my writing exists, and that's enough for me. © 2019 Silvia Iorio. All rights reserved.
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