Don't judge the kitty.

You're pretty, sure
and you move quite well, I guess. 
I'm blowing my nails, from the corner of the room, though there's no polish to dry.
Don't annoy me today, I promise I'll bite.  
Four days without a cigarette does something to a chainer.
Oh, but you're pretty, sure
and you move quite well, I guess.  
You impress but that's typical and you undress that already scantily clad body
on a world of drum and bass and free-love and injections and prescriptions and perceptions. 
I'm too comfortable watching this to participate. I am much like the statue at the main door;  
unfazed by everything, yawn at the entire world, a little sloth. 
Humming a tune of something or other
as you proceed to make out with your brother
or was it another sister incident?
A smirk is wiped across my face. 
See, you have no idea - my little twisted mind.
Don't go in the back room you might find
something you like.
You're too pretty for this, sure. 
This that would delete you from the system
and be the virus through your social capabilities
but well done for trying.
Take the day off.
You move quite well, I guess.
Bless.
For a male you try so hard.