If only life were simple,
And men were dogs and women, cats,
And every priest was wrong.
But the gods do not like simple things.
You and I do not deceive in unique ways.
We do not deceive at all. We are deceived.
Deception is the very language and nature of everything.
The simple truth of the atheist is merely our deception.
You and I, to fall in love, were wholly fooled.
Dog—who pretends to be a cat, who is a bird
To the cats who pretend to be dogs:
Look how deeply unhappy you have made me.
My poem is in the corner, with beautiful fur,
Licking itself.