Chesire – your blue lips bare analogue teeth.
Programmed reproach, you mock the ticking time –
whispers twitch, jeering at each second passed.
Perched, your smirk taunts the wasted breaths below.
Tick, your stillness aches, begs in mockery:
Foolish wasters, how I wish I could
let this coded grin dysfunction.
Quiet my paws in moments,
descend from my station,
Mock my daydreams: