I am your pussycat.
Mewing in my dialectics of slavery,
You are a good tyrant
In your clean game of power
Want me in your back and call.
My love is the plastic butterfly in vase
Tied in a stick of flowers without root,
I love your wallet for fishes at lunch
Kisses are return profits, wax of a candle.
I am jealous of parrots in your cage
Playfully repeating words you have taught,
I only do mew-mew funny to hear
Crocodile tears bring you near
Politics are evil wits all masters are tied.
I am your pussy cat
You will catch me when I fall
When you fail
I will find a new master.
I will play the same game
Facts are faces I see in the streets
Debits are not to be credited
Images in mirror change over the years.
Composed and copyright by Rajendra K. Padhi
