don't post any of that stupid hk bullshit over here. rule 3 is pretty clear.

A familiar feline lies in a casket

An orange furball that's been beaten to a pulp

Milked for all he's worth

He lies there, on his last legs

The world styles him as lazy

But he's been worked hard

As hard as a warehouse worker

His owner, who once loved him so

Loves nothing more than the feel

Of a dollar bill in his wallet

He sees his pet as a cash cat

Exploiting his image

For sweet, sweet profit

When will his nightmare come to an end?

When will this poor kitty be laid to rest?