There’s a cat who walks alone. An absolute bastard with good manners but no parents. An original who knows the classics. Who ain’t nobody’s fool, but won’t play the straight man. He comes from a place where bad might mean good, and cool could mean hot. He doesn’t love a drink, but a drink loves him, and he’ll throw a pose or two in that carefree way he moves then leave before the song is over. There’s a cat who dances alone. He’ll go to church right before the brothel, and a funeral then a wedding in the same suit. He won’t ever join an army, but it ain’t that he won’t fight. He won’t play dumb cause he’d get too good at it, and won’t act smart cause he ain’t method. He loves a good show, but won’t ever rent a seat. He’s a servant to the poor, and a master to the rich. He might attend a party but will never join one. He’ll risk it all on a turn, and win or lose you’ll never hear about it. Any hurt he’s ever had was from no one else but him. There’s a cat who suffers alone. He’ll give some soft words, but never his heart away. He’ll ante up a gift, cause money ain’t no thing, but he keeps his fancy free. You can doubt him, or you can trust him, and he’ll never let you down. There’s a cat who loves alone. He doesn’t want to lead, and doesn’t follow anyone, but just might walk beside you if only for a minute. Alone but never lonely. lonely is arrogant. lonely is selfish. lonely is boring. And that ain’t him. He’s easy to catch, but impossible to hold, nobody can, nobody should. you learn to love him, if only cause you’ll lose him, and you wouldn’t love him if he was any different. Cause he ain’t waiting for anybody. It’s enough to make the angels weep, but not a cat like him. There’s a cat. There’s a cat who walks. There’s a cat who walks alone.
Matthew Cameron 
There’s a cat who walks alone. An absolute bastard with good manners but no parents. An original who knows the classics. Who ain’t nobody’s fool, but won’t play the straight man. He comes from a place where bad might mean good, and cool could mean hot. He doesn’t love a drink, but a drink loves him, and he’ll throw a pose or two in that carefree way he moves then leave before the song is over. There’s a cat who dances alone. He’ll go to church right before the brothel, and a funeral then a wedding in the same suit. He won’t ever join an army, but it ain’t that he won’t fight. He won’t play dumb cause he’d get too good at it, and won’t act smart cause he ain’t method. He loves a good show, but won’t ever rent a seat. He’s a servant to the poor, and a master to the rich. He might attend a party but will never join one. He’ll risk it all on a turn, and win or lose you’ll never hear about it. Any hurt he’s ever had was from no one else but him. There’s a cat who suffers alone. He’ll give some soft words, but never his heart away. He’ll ante up a gift, cause money ain’t no thing, but he keeps his fancy free. You can doubt him, or you can trust him, and he’ll never let you down. There’s a cat who loves alone. He doesn’t want to lead, and doesn’t follow anyone, but just might walk beside you if only for a minute. Alone but never lonely. lonely is arrogant. lonely is selfish. lonely is boring. And that ain’t him. He’s easy to catch, but impossible to hold, nobody can, nobody should. you learn to love him, if only cause you’ll lose him, and you wouldn’t love him if he was any different. Cause he ain’t waiting for anybody. It’s enough to make the angels weep, but not a cat like him. There’s a cat. There’s a cat who walks. There’s a cat who walks alone.
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