^Unless thou^
Somehow allow
Some chow
(Preferably chicken, not cow)
Right now,
I hereby vow
To beat thy brow
With a verbal pow,
’Til thy ear says “Ow,”
Thy patience says “Ciao,”
And thy sanity says “Wow,
I can’t stand to plow
Through one more meow!”

My dear sociopathic cat, what makes you think I was sane to begin with? Have you not seen my own sociopathy at work as The Life of the Party?