This man didn’t like cats.
Their pure selfishness mirrored, too closely, his own.
This precise likeness, between furry cats and a furless man,
Was too close for his comfort.
He didn’t want to be reminded of his own vices.
Our mountains of vice tower above their molehills.
He noted, with speed, that cats only slither, in their slimy way,
Between the legs of the fools they depend on.
He also thought - despite his catichisms - that cats were somewhat clever.
He believed they shrewdly faked their creepy friendliness.
They offer us the friendship of our false friends.
Their pure selfishness mirrored, too closely, his own.
This precise likeness, between furry cats and a furless man,
Was too close for his comfort.
He didn’t want to be reminded of his own vices.
Our mountains of vice tower above their molehills.
He noted, with speed, that cats only slither, in their slimy way,
Between the legs of the fools they depend on.
He also thought - despite his catichisms - that cats were somewhat clever.
He believed they shrewdly faked their creepy friendliness.
They offer us the friendship of our false friends.
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