a paragon cat
Levi Stuart

Product of bad luck,
The Paragon cat
He hopes for a better time, but it's a shaken enzyme that *****.
He’s a cat, but it's like he’s a rat.
Open his eyes to a depriving shock, he’s anaerobic.
In the sea.
Towards new daylight, with a fresh aerobic.
In the air
Onwards to new times, like an ever-changing pigment
It's a following ghost.
So stop and listen to the product of his figment.
Then flee without a care.
Yield for something is brewing with pigment.
Then SPLASH
Now look before you go, for there is a cliff, then without a reaction
He’s down in the sea
There was a paragon cat, which was a brewing reaction of bad luck
He wished for better luck
His wish never came true, not even a shred of cellular respiration.
Luck was never on his side.
Eternity with the heterotrophs.
His life is a ride
Sorry, but not a roller coaster ride, a less ATP ride.
So here is the tale of the paragon cat.
Is he ever okay, or is he just anaerobic?
Without a breath
So long, paragon cat, the black pigmented cat, the bad luck cat,
We hardly knew you.