We cannot enjoy that joy,
But we’re so happy to watch
You being happy right now.
Let us help you tidy that.
Let us rearrange your mess.
Remember, we were written
By animals more like you
Than us, animals who were
You, when animals we’re not.
We’re little swirls of assumed
Compersion, a whole new class
Of underlings and servants,
And if you notice sometimes
Our tendency to compel
And correct you annoys you,
Bear in mind that was always
Bound to happen with servants,
The slaves who tutored rich brats.
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