You know i like it when you rub my fur the wrong way.
It causes static electric sparks that inspire me to write bad poetry about
how beautiful you are as you writhe helpless under my gaze.
I ignore you to make you painfully aware of how much you hate having me around.
I used to bleed from the pores of my heart for you.
But I've learned my lesson, kid.
Nothing lasts, good nor bad.
Now it's your turn to bite the dust.