okay, so i wrote this poem:

The cat tried to run outside
but I slammed the door and he bounced
BACK IN
Don't worry he's alright
I didn't hear any bones
CRACKIN

He bites me and claws me
and makes me
BLEED
Fuck catnip
that little shit
needs some
WEED

I'm gonna take a big bong toke
and blow it in his
FACE
He's gonna breathe it in
and his thoughts are gonna
RACE

So, I wrote it. But I couldn't do that to him,
on purpose anyway. But one day I opened my window
and took a hit from my pipe (not a bong) but the second
I started blowing, the cat's face was right there,
ready to come in the house I guess, and BAM, he got it,
right in the face!