i question limbically if all the ugly one day collaborates with unease will the world make sense then? will the see-through malmal of a sweaty labourer hide the foreseen? will we all hang like branches falling off a tree too heavy. only if i owned one more felis, a cat, most likely i bet be ridden off this misery. if just one more of them chose me brown, black, or even the bleached grief of idle misery. the lack of melanin must haunt their deity. i will let them crossbreed and destruct the classist walls made by humanity for a cat well taught mustn’t retreat. we might end up knitting mittens of theories, loathing in prude and pride, with meows and sudden burst-chews and cries. the affection won't know bounds the empathy will run it's course till politics dawn i’ll let her ruin my hands, i will let her fight, let her pull my skin with her fangs i will even let her eat me, dead or alive, for her to rebel. if the cost is me, the cost is none but the cause needs done. we will watch the recession partake, ending up with half the cereal from the same plate, undermining low lives in the name of distaste for our quality time ,in our safe place we will plan and strike we might nourish the venomous hate. i will teach her to speak when hushed, to roar when talked over, to attack before defense. i will make her a hater of the human race. what shameful disdain, my brain to make of a four-legged lover my accomplice in bitterness. ugh my spineless brain. but i need one more felis favourably a cat to choose me, or serve my hate. till inhabitants believe for all a " never again"