Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

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

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

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

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

"This sweater does this, that gadget those,
and this magazine will address the most pertinent aspects of my dot, dot, dot, com" and I him!
I don't 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 protected I feel

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