The Artist

Oh hooman,

How I am misunderstood!

I am artist

Yet you fail to see

The vase is not broke!

You see these angular shapes?

I make cubism;

I make like Picasso


And no, that is not my dinner

Thrown up on the floor,

I create abstract

I do like Pollock


The midnight mewlings

Which you detest so much?

I emanate Munch

And all that is surreal


You see hooman?

I am CAT;



Now look how cute I am and rub my belly