And yet I don't worship the sky or the sun. I believe it is God who directs all my ways Who orders my footsteps and structures my days. For words my cat would say so she could vent The full and fulsome limits of her ire. Chim thought she'd always have her heart's desire, But Fluffy came, a foreign element, To take away the days of Chim's content, And set the kindling of her wrath on fire. Chim reigned above all others in her realm With regal beauty fit to overwhelm, A paragon of haughty dignity, A cat convinced that she was royalty.
Many people are fond of claiming That they come from a family dysfunctional.
Their crimes, therefore, are not Their crimes For their behavior is conjunctional With everything that was done to them When they were unable to fight Against the plots and ploys of those Who controlled their lives by might. So right and wrong have been cast adrift On the waves of a murderous sea, And we've taken from man the safe harbor known As Personal Responsibility. All rights reserved.