So young so beautiful a straight cat,
Under the pissing rains she is getting wet
Wondering on endless aimless roads
Without a home no point to going Rome
And is meowing to me for a loving home.
Whenever I see a wandering strait cat
I feel my animal-humanity, become a mad
It reminds me my straightness
In this selfish man’s strange world
Which make me an appealing meow.
But no one answer for me somehow
I wanted many times to rebel
Against the some peoples who came from hell
But to those robotic, loveless people what can I tell
Their ruthless body rottenly smell
Yet, they cannot feel anything, besides eat, play and win
What is the goodness what are sins.
“They said, you need a mental treatment
Which will be cease your caring, loving to the end”
Still I shout to them go to hell
Your soulless body so badly smell
I forget about all manly, heavenly conception
I rebelliously say animals are my nation.