cat class

loathe the beings around them, in nature I guess

not sure but only men are disgusting I suppose, 

purring is reserved to only caress worthy servility;

I’ll bet my every penny, for an ounce of humility.

I scratched their ears with a very very big bill,

nope, no difference, what am I doing I thought;

‘Naily Transformers’, when messed around with,

 women, masters, almighty, then there is them.

misnomer, we are domesticated by them, the cults

protractable claws, phonetics and classified poo; 

cobby, tabby, tuxedo you name it, with blue eyes 

hunched charm, crooning cute, and all those crap.

‘cat-walk’, ‘wall-walk’, balance and finesse you say

soft paws, stripes, furry, tweaking ears, you say;

of royal, farmer, hunter, pet, companion you say,

nimble, agile, shhhhh silence, what not  you say.

boyfriends, husbands and dogs, are so envious

their share of time and more, big compromise;

they hate, give-in and chase them to vindicate

frustration is all remains, back to square one.

men reciprocated with bad luck tag, on was a war,

women joined forces as an ally, hell with the war,

amidst this, the kings roamed queen like on walls;

who to question, any land was an owned house.