Here's my grand entrance: Nameer crawls in with his banging fists Blood trailing his pants and sh** I'm screaming, "Hey there's a cat who's ticked… I picked the wrong cat with a stick!" But they all laugh at my sh** like I'm some cracked up kid… What am I to do.. When two minutes later The whole room Ignores me like my parents loved to do… But when the door's opened and I see that damned cat… I peed my pants and grabbed the nearest knife in a napkin I wanna stab my neck with a slit worse than if the cats claws could get to me first... Which it does… Man it's been a while Since I Let me voice get out Feels good To give my inner thoughts Freedom Before Mr. Trump k**s the Freedom…