Beyond stage curtains, she's very curious
And prefers to be away from the audience
World-weary, bored and tired
Yet, she kept herself occupied
We're very much like nightowls in solitude
We have spoken, we have jested
Terrifically jolly "on the outside"
So she claims; her melancholy concealed
Despite having a lot of admirers
Although, I teased her in a cordial manner
The cat, Satan's companion
My most evil and menacing smile
Catman is Satan's companion
With staring eyes and a menacing smile
And you'll see it... in the mirror
If not, then... it's your own cat's eyes
By the way, I wrote this in the dark...
Where have I wrote it? In Bitts Park
Probably in the graveyard, I love to visit
Especially the coldest and boldest
Of the darkest moments...
If this disturbed you, it's been worth it