Today I wrote a profound poem about how
unjust the world is:
I love Snowball but hate the world
I fell in love with Snowball,
And all my love did send,
But she wonít agree to love only me,
Until I make that absolutely barbarically
cruel, detestably evil Killer my friend.
But Killer does not like me,
Oh, itís nothing that he said,
But I can tell by his expression (the
bullying, intimidation and the way he keeps tearing lumps of fur
off my back),
He would rather I was dead.
And so I need to choose,
Between love and pain and despair,
And agony and anguish and grief,
And misery and sorrow and torment.
Oh, the world is so unfair.