Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

Nebulas bloom, planets and comets
zoom around the checker like a
bratty little on his new blue bike
snail trails of ice in his wake

Ancient cosmic afterbirth floats helplessly on it's own waiting impatiently for the next bullying
gas to nudge it
towards it's destination and
I sit in a Thai
basking in the curry, over the
uncertainty of the

I need to arm myself 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 what he has my will be complete, my hole will be filled, and the bombardment will cease

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

I am a little kitten in a big, shit 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 their 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 the nucleus of a cell inside 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