You're a cat.
I don't mean to say
"imagine you're a cat."
Otherwise, I would have said that.
I'm telling you.
Flat out, mother fucker.
You're a cat.

And you do cat type shit.

You might think you have a steady paying job
And a pretty average looking wife.
And those kids--one turned out okay,
The other is a piece of shit.
So you're batting 500 with that "father" stuff.
You managed to make accounts,
Justifications for your failures.

But that doesn't matter.
Because your whole life is just
your mind's way of constructing lies
to make up for the fact
that you're a cat.
Asshole.