A cat, with a Rorschach face Sidles by, asking if I have any doubts As to human superiority Inventory is all around Like god, neatly arrayed Pewed and tagged in Sunday’s best and legion Though, the shelves For those essential Civilising products Are nevertheless Half empty, quiet as apocalyptic streets Except for those two, fighting As the last roll of TP unspools and stops Still at my feet Foregoing any ill-considered doubt I pick it up Ensconce it surreptitiously How did you get in, I ask The cat says Shhhhh, with that familiar grin I’m not really here
