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The cat is fat and sleek,

Living comfortably

In Hawaiian islands.

Now he thinks he's ready

To challenge the system

That chewed him up very

Badly in former times.



   Why would Solzhenitsyn

   Desire to revisit

   The dirty old gulag,

   Having once escaped it?

   Maybe he was walking

   A solitary walk,

   Far from Siberia,

   And passed a church and heard,

   "God is calling you home."



       What home? Oh, you dumb cat,

       You've never been where God is!



Maybe the Devil 

Has stolen God's clothes 

From some eternal

Celestial washing

Machine, and is now

Pretending to whisper 

In the Preacher's ear,

As God from a home 

That never was.



        But - you can go back

        To New Yee-ork City

        For some more money,

        Bring the money back

        To a real home

        In the islands.

        Then you can get married

        To a male or female cat

        And if God ever wants you

        He can come and get you,

        Calling on you at your home!



Oh, my! The cat already sports

A few gray hairs.