Cat Man

Looking for signs to hang on to life

I see a post on a street lamp

I know it’s God letting me know

That my friend is only hiding from this tramp

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In between random kindness from strangers

I visit a place

Where uncertainty became my guest

Waiting for my friend to come home in his tuxedo

I arrange a comfortable place for us to rest

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Nostalgia takes me to a distant past

When I felt loved and was called by my name

People in the streets call me the “Cat Man”

Which carries a bit of shame

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