Cc Cat Copy Slam

Born unto a century after the fact What can i say ? That has not been said already Everything i say Feels like i am just copying the cat Word's of love and passion have been overdone So to is pain and loss The changing season's are 2 a bit And both history and dystopian future are 10 to the dozen All that's left is microwaved leftovers And combing through the archives For something or anything Left or better unsaid That nobody as has yet discovered But is worthy of repeating