Rex Applegate

I can be charming
If I need to be charming
Tell me of others
Like me and my brothers
And those who've disappeared
I've already heard what I'm about to hear
Feline attempts to stop me
Are merely futility

Meet me so I can tell you
What has happened to the past
At the pier, at a quarter after eight
Meet me, babe, by the gate
I'll tell you tales of jealousy
Unspoken taboos and mystery
The only hint you've ever had
Was a simple sense of joking mad

Hang me after dark
In our house in our tree by our park
Watch as I twist against the bark
I scrape my throat but I'm so stark