My Royal Cat
My Royal Cat
He knows where I sleep,
like a sneak thief he comes to my bed,
wakes me in the middle of the night,
steals my unfinished dreams to his own pleasure!
He molds me for his needs
just the way he should,
demending sick attention
sickening pleasure,
just to folfiled
his own desire!
As an old man mused me around,
fill my ears with guilt
while he knows very well,
the place his plate with food is !
He doesn't say alot but says what he needs,
and it's always the same ,
night after night,
to walk him downstairs keep him safe like a king !
What else one can do?
Grab the nightgown and feed damn cat,
then go back to bed and start new drams from scratch!
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