Plea from a Cat Named Virtue Gladie

Why don't you ever want to play?
I'm tired of this piece of string
You sleep as much as I do now
And you don't eat much of anything
I don't know who you're talking to
I made a search through every room
But all I found was dust that moved
In shadows of the afternoon

And listen, about those bitter songs you sing?
They're not helping anything
They won't make you strong

So, we should open up the house
Invite the tabby two doors down
You could ask your sister
If she doesn't bring her basset hound
Ask for things you shouldn't miss
Tape-hiss and the Modern Man
The Cold War and card catalogs
To come and join us if they can

For girly drinks and parlor games
We'll pass around the еasy lie
Of absolutely no regrеts
And later maybe you could try
To let your losses dangle off
The sharp edge of a century
And talk about the weather, or
How the weather used to be