To wiersz, nie wiem niestety czyj, bedacy modliwta kota. W calosci brzmi tak:
I ask for the privilege of not being born
...not to be born until you can assure me
of a home and a master to protect me,
and the right to live as long as I am
physically able to enjoy life
...not to be born until my body is precious
and men have ceased to exploit it because
it is cheap and plentiful.
Placz w gardle sam staje, jak sobie pomyslisz, jakjest czesto w zyciu... ze koty nie maja tych praw... ze cierpia... ech, zaraz sie pobecze
A wiersz jest po prostu piekny...