Power vested upon his paws He respects none of the laws He'll rule the world forever . . . as soon as they invent paw-usable tin-opener!
A little (humoristic, at least I hope so) poem I came up with, now that we started to talk about cats...
. . . (Returns from the depths) anyway, here's another poem I've come up earlier, which has absolutely no rhymes.
Peaces to pieces Is that all they can do? We live the new age, the golden age And all they think is war and destruction?
Hate and fear Oil and gasoline Is it worth the killing?
A creature of war, human What does nature mean to a man? Bugs and insects, dirt and mud (Cycle of life, about to end)
Sky filled with clouds Polluted and sick Scorching the world with acid And humanity battles itself
Peaces to pieces Is that all we can do? We live the new age, the golden age And all we think is war and destruction?
But what can one man do? Nothing (everything)
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