My Cat Is a Hipster
My cat likes to sit in the window
He watches the passerby with a cool gaze
And though he cannot speak English
His meows are full of disdain
My cat likes to flick his tail back and forth
While he licks his hind parts
Maybe there's a secret eternal
Or maybe he simply farted
My cat likes to listen to electro swing
And I see him swaying to Caravan Palace
He sure loves to dance on Saturday
But every day to him is Caturday
My cat likes to look at me solemnly
Like he's seeing something dead in the trash can
He probably hates my existence
Even if I feed him every day
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