The way Sunday sits in its mystery hideaway heaven
toward the finish of the week
It's legs indiscreetly kicking at the lake,
with wet uncovered feet
making concentric circles in the water with its toes
That is the way you influence me to feel.
Everything about cycles is beautiful.
That is on account of everything rehashes,
But
Is never the same.
I adore my wicked catty sundays.
Sundays are regularly terrible,
Cause here and there I need to murder myself
(Or, on the other hand slaughter them all)
Be that as it may, some way or another a tranquil evening
With the organization of felines
What's more, felines as it were)
Can feel extremely pleasant.
Furthermore, the week closes
Furthermore, the ends of the week
Are not generally that awful.
On account of my felines!
