Three Fat Cats

Bloody bureaucrats make me sick.

 

"Huzzah," says the first

of the fat picnic-dwellers

Androgynous,

Hung-out among the blankets

like fat cats on a brick wall

after dark.

 

"One day, "sayeth the fattest of the three.

"All will be reconciled.

When beauty is vulgar, and vulgarity, beauty.

And all is replaced until we all walk backwards

and hot snow falls up."

 

"For truly," cryeth the second of the three.

"This is the age of enlightenment. When truth is

tactfully destroyed by lies, till all that remains is

the ravings of a man more fat than brains."

 

"Agreed," spouts the third, and all toasts his glass.

"These are the days when the insane

appear more sane

than those who only appear insane

but are truly sane

except when standing in front of an audience.

When a pedophile is more revered than a priest,

but occasionally they are too similar to be sorted out."

 

"Indeed!" "Agreed!" Cried the second and the first,

and they all drank deeply the wine of discontent.

Reviews

[BrightEyes]

i've often said...if we didn't pay the "bleeps" so much they'd have to live like the rest of us and things would actually get accomplished. I have to laugh at Chantal-lise..."release the rats of NIMH" hahahaha. This is an excellent write...and I usually am not much for politically based poetry of any sort...I think it is so cleverly metaphorically represented ...that is why I love it so much.

Laura :)

[Angel Bird]

Here, under a little blur lies so much truth and complete clarity. These words reverberate with an immense depth. A perfect mirror of our very society - one gets sick when looking straight into the reflection.....

Wonderful work!!! Kudos!

[Jaffa Forbes]

haha! brilliant. as a business student this poem is close to my heart! I love the use of wine in this poem, and in fact the whole poem.
jaff

[Raef C. Boylan]

Have you ever noticed Winston Churchill's double chin on the WWII rationing posters?
Haha brandy and cigar what ho ["huzzah"].
The "Fat Cats" analogy could have been cliched and overly simplistic, but you made it multi-layered with the fat cat simile, the amusing title and the social commentary of depicting our 'leaders' as literal Fat Cats, as in the phrase defined by those privileged few doing well from the work of the rest and not giving a damn. It's really great, nice work.

I like your protest against bureaucrats; you make clear your disdain in an original way, via this funny tale/portrait. It is, as others have observed, Orwellianesque due to your animal charicatures and the double-think ["When beauty is vulgar, and vulgarity, beauty"].

Admiable and entertaining style; i really enjoyed the nonsensical dialogue.
Thanks very much for entering this one into my contest.

The close relation this has to reality is a bit depressing. Sigh.

[Emily B]

just wow! I began reading the poem as a fable expecting something along the lines of the practical cats. I was blown away.

[Blackbirdsong]

This reads almost like a fable...your own version of Animal Farm, except the instead of the pigs being in charge its the cats. Is that up or down on the intelligence scale? :)

[A Shell]

XP I love it! the style, the humor! and i like that you used cats, it represents alot of things laziness, pompous attitude, hidden evil, the list could go on and on.
My favorite lines are :
"When truth is
tactfully destroyed by lies, till all that remains is
the ravings of a man more fat than brains."
and
"and they all drank deeply the wine of discontent."
Brilliant! :)
- Aerial xoxox

[Aaron J. Wald]

I have always thought cats had the most opinions on things. They are the true owners after all, so why not? I truely love this poem for several reasons. One is that I have a fat cat who does seem to be this type of cat.lol. Second, I am a cat person. Great poem, I love it.

[Gandré]

thank you for entering my contest. This is a delicious great poem!

[Chantal-lise Mirman]

A bunch of self-congratulatory Yes men with nary an original thought between them; yes, bureaucracy is never pretty. Now, if only they actually could appreciate the vintage wine, the undertones of a populace revolution, imbibe the discontent and digest it... but they're only fat cats... We have to use other tactics.

Release the Rats of NIMH!