I thought we could be a duo,
her screech accompanying my guitar.
That was my naive teenage dream
of becoming an avant-garde rock star.
I learned every chord I could,
majors, minors, sharps, and flats.
She shrieked along while I played.
She was like the Yoko Ono of cats.
Eventually the harsh truth hit me.
It became all too clear
that she was not singing along.
My playing was painful to her ears.
I gave up the guitar and she was happy.
She spent her days purring on my bed
While I sat quietly at my desk
writing poetry instead. - Jeff Barnes
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