The Intangible Jungle

Business is booming inside the jungle.
Fortuanates are thankful,
While the lessers struggle.
The sun here is bright,
Sufficient for my black eye's sight.
Regardless, I hear them all
I hear triumph's call,
Most, I hear them fall.

In my habitat,Lies a viper named Matt
Just under the cherry shrub,
Where he bathes in toxic tubs.
He wishes for a two year nap,
He hadn't dreamed since a small chap.
He talks to no one,
He says silence is fun.
The truth is he's numb.

Matt was the type of cat,
That could only speak facts.
He claims good intentions
And lacks a thimble of ambition.

His parents often mention
that his mind lays out of jurisdiction.

Oh Matt, Oh Matt!
You are one really dumb cat!