Cat

The man is absolutely gross
And to society a total loss,
A criminal mind, a scheming soul,
A flaring vicious temper,
Fiery as burning coal,
Loves no one, even hates himself,
A broken human vessel
Fallen off nature's shelf,
And yet he somehow loves his cat,
For everyone loves something,
We may not know just what,
And men can turn to better ways
If we can only find their cat...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz