The flower shop lady told us the story
Of her shop cat returning
With a kitten in her mouth
That became shop cat number three
That we adopted
When her little piece of capitalism
Came to an end.
Her story helps me to remember
That we are all animals
It is not just the polished elites who would be exempt
I too love to be stroked
Have nestled in more than one bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a clever poem on the BIG FAT CATS who've brought us all into a crisis...