Sandpaper Tongue
It was designed in order to break up their food,
but could be used adversely according to mood,
most things I say are 'wrong,' know what I mean?
I really start to wonder about heard and not seen.
Remember Ogden said: 'Just say yes to everything,'
we know that's not possible, peace it might bring;
of course, maybe it's me with the old furry tongue,
but my sarcasm is measured, not a smoking gun.
I went to visit 'Job,' he said: 'Have patience my friend,'
that was all very well for him, no red ears to bend,
such is our 'Lot' in life, turned into a pillar of salt,
you start to wonder - why should it all be my fault.
There are some different grades of sandpaper feline,
but then to be fair, yours of coarse is a very fine dine.
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