Author of "I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me"

Was I born only to give birth?
A life factory, is that my only worth?
No offspring needed now so you imprison me
In a cage not taller than two feet three.

Why are my brothers free to go to war
While my flesh’s not allowed to even get a scar?
Will I ever get to scratch an inn’cent tree?
Will I ever taste the flavor of feline liberty?


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