The Philandering Fe-HE-line

Attitude selfish, appearance first class
bringing you down with a tongue full of sass
Immaculate jacket, no hair out of place
conceited and cruel written over his face

Slowly he moves with his feline-like bones
staying well clear of we common unknowns
Spending his day as he solely sees fit,
watching with green eyes scrunched into a slit

Sycophant-ready, used for his own gain 
you're a cast aside trophy he won't need again
Forcing commands and insisting on now
you daren't deny, disagree, disavow

So why then be loving, this master of pride
lulling you from both the in and outside 
A warm armchair manner, an equal respect -
leaving a lasting dejected affect 

Slinking off from you on night-ego trips
giving you both disrespect and the slip
Meandering round leaving scent from his pores
scratching out eyes while contending for whores

Morning will see him home, needy for rest
to muster and gather and to reinvest
As this big-shot and cumbersome cat-got-the-cream
juices up on importance and rich self-esteem.......................

This  Mr. I Only  should so get a pet
to care for and learn from, with character set
Where love's unconditional, loyalty lies
where you're nothing but perfect in their almond eyes

A little affection, a nice meal or two,
a spot on the king bed curled up next to you
Some stroking and grooming, a thick fireside mat
a best friend forever - a cool kitty cat!
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