Where the sad cats go
I am a sad cat.
I live in Purrgatory,
Where all the sad cats live.
Nobody comes to visit our culture
Because it turns them off.
The sad cats here like to have rap battles
Challenging each other on who is sadder.
It's all we have to rap about
Because it's all we feel.
I don't partake in these rap battles, though,
I just want to write,
But, alas, I cannot write
Until I am out of Purrgatory.
We have our own public television channel
That broadcasts performances dedicated to sadness-
Skits, student films, musical and stage performances, the whole shebang-
No, shebang is so happy a word
And does not describe our town
Or our people
Or what we have to offer,
Which is not much
Especially when compared to the happy, successful people
Outside of Purrgatory.
Our shopping district hosts tons of wares
Dedicated to expressing sadness-
Sad cat mugs, sad cat t-shirts, sad cat prints, and even sad cat slippers.
That's all this town has to offer- sad cats. That's it.
We have nothing else going for ourselves.
Why else would Purrgatory exist?
No one wants us around
Because we're sad all the time;
So, to say, we ruin their funky flow.
We never mean to ruin their funky flow, though,
We just want to be successful like them.
Alas, we have too much on our minds
And cannot hold it in,
Letting our eyes become glassy and juicy,
Exposing our sadness
That ruins their funky flow.
I've let my eyes go glassy
Far too many times;
Not even my own mother could take it anymore.
I was ruining everyone's funky flow,
So she and everyone else had no choice
But to exile me
For the rest of my life.