I named my Passaic
cat
Because he always
did everything wrong,
did everything wrong,
A feline so prone to
misfortune
misfortune
I figured if I gave
Him a good name
He might live up to it,
Pumping up his kitty-ego
So as to keep him from harm,
Filling him up
With exaggerations so outrageous
He might even take it to heart,
He finally taking that last
Misstep we all must
His the bubble of his kitty ego
Bursting even my most
Ostentatious complements
Could not mend
Or make him believe he
Was anything other
Than the bad luck cat he was,
a cat I learned to love
a cat I learned to love
Despite his ill luck.
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