The blinking of the cat got me thinking, so cute to watch,
The eyes close to the World, the inner eye roves within,
So much happens, so little time to decide, just like driving,
You’re in control, someone else is not, you escape being Killed.
The vulture waits patiently, ready to pounce, the killer on the move.
The elderly man wanders aimlessly, just looking to kill time.
Where there is a Kill, there is an affair, heart bleeds, guns boom.
Then the other spoilsports, the killjoys, who let the cat out.
We all have killer instinct, strike when it’s right, to move ahead,
We kill others dream, stamp out competition, the rat race is on.
The pressure gets tough & you age fast, conflicts, fights & rage,
What’s success, if you nearly Kill yourself to reach the Zenith
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