Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

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

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

I need to arm like a rodent
lower on the food readying itself
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 sweater does this, that gadget those,
and this magazine will 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 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 I dig, the more I consume, the more I unfold, the less protected 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 bee and my purpose is as nebulous as why we've been bestowed with the capacity to give a shit