The work's in the other room
Waiting to be fed
It's eaten half the couch
Now it's working on the bed
Leave it in the dark
With one eye peeled on it
It looks pretty sharp
With you on its edge
I prefer to be outside
Where l'm seen by friends
Who pretend not to notice
I'm a means to its end
Women seduced by it
Men taken with its stare
It's oblivious
To my needs and fears
Moving at its own pace
Climbing up the walls
I give it everything it wants