The Ball

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Please forgive my bad attempt at humor

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The ball and I are bonded.
She gets me.
I get her.

She dwells in a complex world of fur and gray folds.
A world in tune with nature,
born from surviving in a hostile environment of killers.

Most paternalize, patronize, and pussify balls of fur,
making them members of the family.
They have little interest in the membership.
We're a meal ticket.

We like to think they love us—ha!

Our world is the AC at seventy-two, microwave pasta,
Wonder Woman panties, and pussy of a different sort.
Hell, no electricity and we go bonkers.

The world is insane,
and I think the ball of fur is happier
in her ignorance?

Oh crap, there she goes from my lap,
leaving one lonely pussy to find another.
She's going to have sex.

Insert rabbit.

Uhm, that's not so bad,
fuck balls of fur.

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