We don't have that much time
When I m scuttling around
You trap my tail in your paw
If I happen to pounce upon you
You vanish in your hole

Is it going to be like this
Till all our machines conk out
Till all our factories die out
Till all our mechanical parts
Corrode and crumble?

And after all
Even if they submerge our ashes
In different rivers
Aren't our mortal remains
Going to be intermixed
In the ocean anyway?
But does this mean
We are going to test
Each other like this forever?

There will be no passion left
In our embrace
No lust in our loins.
Isn't it a high time
We turned off this Cartoon Network
And called it a day?