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I'm the Cat
I could imagine the brushing away of your skin,
Sliding off you like a wasteful film,
As an emotional scientist,
I pick you apart
And soak in your sins,
And
Like all the days before,
You are a beautiful spinning top
And, again, I am the useless prop,
A byproduct of someone else’s thought,
And I discover the hard way
You can never be bought.
Sliding off you like a wasteful film,
As an emotional scientist,
I pick you apart
And soak in your sins,
And
Like all the days before,
You are a beautiful spinning top
And, again, I am the useless prop,
A byproduct of someone else’s thought,
And I discover the hard way
You can never be bought.
Published 30th Jan 2010
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Anonymous
30th Jan 2010 7:31pm
Unusual and intelligent piece of short, heavily metaphorical verse. The narrator's macohistic dismissal of himself as a "useless spinning top" and "byproduct of someone else's thought" is darkly compelling and unique, as is the peculiar title. I loved this. Definitely one of the most interesting amateur works I've read for awhile.
30th Jan 2010 8:14pm
Thanks Jack. This particular piece was actually written over a year ago, I figured I'd start off on the site uploading my oldest poetry I could bear to, but I suppose I'll be waiting a while to get them all on.
