Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

Nebulas bloom, planets and comets
zoom around the checker board a
bratty little brother on his new bike
leaving snail trails of ice in his

cosmic afterbirth floats helplessly on it's own inertia waiting impatiently for the next bullying
gas giant to it
towards it's destination and
I sit in a Restaurant
basking in the curry, over the
of the dawn

I need to arm like a rodent
lower on the food chain readying
for the next attack all sides

The voice the box is certain that if I get what he has my armor will be complete, my hole will be filled, and the bombardment will cease

"This does this, that gadget does those,
and magazine will address the most pertinent aspects of my dot, dot, dot, com" and I believe him!
I want to but I do!

I am a little kitten in a big, shit filled litter box and I share this facility with a billion other fiercely independent felines who want badly to arm themselves too against the burdens of uncertainty and keep paws clean in the meantime! meantime, meantime, meantime...
Yet the more I dig, the more I consume, the more I unfold, the less I feel

I am the spit on the hair of a son of an electron swimming around the nucleus of a cell inside the sperm of a killer bee and my purpose is as nebulous as why we've been bestowed the capacity to give a shit