I might never know
What I feel myself
But you all say
You understand me.

How can it be that
I, who am a disheveled cat
Straying on streets
With limps scratched
And dirty bloody feet,
Have a heart of gold
And smile full of hope.

How can you people be
So greedy and treacherous
To sell my living
Weeping bleeding heart
For a mere piece of gold
How could you people be
So ruthless
To sell my broken smile
Only for mere piece of shining stone
You people named it a diamond.

No one knows why I write
Why I still laugh
At the lamest jokes
But not at a fine fault of a klutz

Cause only I know
That I truly feel
The klutz's pains
And I can easily see
Through all lame jokes.

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