My kitty cat is playing with yarn,
She loves to use her claws to fight,
Her fangs are as sharp as knives,
She bites and bites and bites
Until there is flesh and blood
All over her tiny muzzle and teeth.
She snarls and hisses and growls
Right at her biggest enemies
That are slutty, narcissistic and rude
Just like girls named Casey, Kim, and Carly;
Killing the women and girls she hated
Would make her all happy, cheery and smiley
Because she loves the sight of death
And the sounds of screams and cries;
Kitty Cat would do anything to
Make sure her enemies will die
Right onto the disgusting ground
That is all brown and muddy;
She scratch and scratch and scratch them
Until their skins are all bloody
And shedding off their fragile bones
Which she’s love to break everyone of them;
Kitty Cat would use her paws, claws and jaws
And chew on them at every 12:00 pm.
Once lunchtime is done for her,
Kitty Cat has so much more
Things to do; such as killing men
Who have hurt innocent women before.
She did the same to them,
Scratching, shedding and biting;
Just because they’re bigger than her,
Doesn’t mean she would stop fighting.
In fact, she has a secret weapon
When it comes to perverted men,
That is to take out her razor-bladed claws
And start performing castration
By tearing and ripping off their dogs,
Crushing their little pairs of toys,
Yanking off every single skin they have
And Kitty Cat is all full of joy.
Once their dogs and their toys are gone
And a waterfountain of blood appears;
Once they’re on the ground,
Laying and screaming in pain and despair,
Kitty Cat listens to this beautiful music
Until they fade away to silence.
It’s almost nap time for her,
Her favorite time after her massacre of violence.
She opens her muzzle with a yawn,
Her bloody fangs bearing with a grr;
She hops into my arms…
Purr, purr, purr…
Meow, meow, meow
She makes with full of serenity,
She finally closes her eyes…
Sweet dreams, my precious, pretty kitty.