The Ballad of Daniel Mephistopholes and his Awkwardly Shaped Cat, Colloquially Known as Earwig (tentative title)

well Daniel was a gypsy boy, born & bred I guess
ere sixteen he spread his wings and took his mother’s chest

he stole away to foreign lands and ventured to be free
but none escape a gypsy curse; no one, not even he

o Daniel, o Daniel,
you set the night on fire
o Daniel, o Daniel,
you made your mother cry

the gypsy king said gypsy things and spoke a gypsy verse
’til Daniel in a shallow grave they made his love a curse

young Daniel saw it coming and he couldn’t help but laugh
“voodoo dolls and fairy tales mean nothin’ to me now”

o Daniel, o Daniel,
you set the night on fire
o Daniel, o Daniel,
you made your mother cry

when Daniel first met Peggy Sue she was lookin’ fine
well rounded breasts, a pretty face and those American thighs

they fell in love at once and he offered her a dance
a penny for a kiss and a ring to hold her hand

but Daniel was impatient and the night before they wed
he came home too early with Peggy in another’s bed

Page Thirty-Six

this is page thirty-six
and I’m feeling fine
in ten minutes though
I might go back in time
never was there a page
so clean or crisp
and just a touch of black
if you held it up to light
page thirty-six, what have I done?
taken your purity
mixed it with mine
I don’t think I’ll ever
see another like this
its creamy complexion
and somehow poultry smell
I miss my old thirty-six
who always treated me well
and I’ll cry for you forever
and I’ll never spend a dime
a page like you
I could never see
anything more sublime
oh, hi there thirty-seven
what are you doing tonight?