I ask him to love and he sits and stares
at everything that isn't me
and goes meow suddenly and bleats to be fed
marble my heart isn't, it oh bled
and I fed him scoops and scoops and scoops
of his delicious meal
purring at my side, rubbing fur on my feet
and then he's fed and full and burp
He'd look at me and get a small pet
and that's all he said
for I'm done and fed
and fat and fatter
my warrior spirit in tatters
for I get into fights of practiced orchestra
come back home with rashes and despairs
gashes lacerations
torn skin, cottony hair caked in blood
oh, I listen
and hasten to forget
that my once cuddly pussy
is now a warrior cat
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