bog

Lonely Cat, 

she walks up and down

the street,

way out away from the curb.

She don’t care

about cars

running into her,

alone there in the road.

Oh, where oh where

is Lonely Cat

when I need a friend?

I’ve got problems

with everything.

I hate to wash the clothes,

because I hate clothes.

I need her song.

Oh, that Lonely Cat,

I call her name.

Why do I wait up late

while she walks the streets

like a lil’

fur phantom?

She’s got the best way

to make me say, 

“Thank you,

for nothing.”

Where does she sleep 

when she dozes off?

Who listens to hear

her breath tremble?

I’m that man!

I know what she means.

I am certain of nothing.

Oh, Lonely Cat.