Are You Torn When A Star Is Born?

The cat is the star of this show. I'm sure that you know. But why be a star? Does that get you far? Why go with that? It must now be explored by the cat.

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A star is born.
Toot that horn.
I'm a star.
Can get you far.

Stardom you seek.
Give stupid a peek.
Then peak you will.
That pique you still?

Got all right.
A grammar flight.
A star is born.
Back to that horn.

Go into porn.
Dirty old men no longer forlorn.
A star to some umm rubbers?
Maybe even some clubbers.

Thought I'd go else where?
Should a star care?
A Lethal Weapon rubber tree.
Could work for thee.

A rubber is born.
Hmm counterproductive like corn.
Comes out the same way.
But at least safe play.

A moon is born.
Does that make you torn?
Still has light.
But only at night.

So only allowed half a day.
What are you the rest at your bay?
Just balls of gas?
Damn, watch where you stick your ass.

A car is born.
Can surely toot its horn.
And you may run out of gas.
Then you won't have to watch your ass.

A tree is born.
Grows like that porn.
Although it might get chopped.
No wonder at star they stopped.

Do you want to be a star? All that fame at your sand bar? Ever think about it literally though? Who wants to be a star at their show? Wouldn't it be more fun to be a umm human mass? I'll stick to just plain old cat as you stare at my oh so starry little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.