Nice people are very kind
Some friends I like to be with
But fake people I do mind
That act nice are such a myth
I'll tell you a creature named T
Who thinks It's so classy
But the truth be
That's it's just plain old nasty
T thinks it's the bomb
And that it's on fire
But go cry to your mom
Cause everyone knows your a liar
It's scratchy,mean horrific
All of these are common traits
You touch it it'll go ballistic
Like a fish attracted to bait
It's hair is a mess
It should go to the dresser
But it would be a test
To make it look better
T's face looks like a trout
It often wiggles around
It thinks it knows all about
How to be cool and bound
It always resorts to violence
Whenever it's ticked
But he shouldn't have said silence
Because one man got picked
It often likes to meddle
Which I think is nonsense
And this creature acts like the devil
It should just mind it's own business
It's eyes are small and narrow
Lips often do pucker
I swear it looks like a pharaoh
And is often a sucker
It's personality flaws
Stinks like a skunk
It has fingers like claws
And carries around a funk
Its teeth look bucked
Just like a beaver
It often does suck
Trust me I'm a believer
It's on a rollercoaster
That goes up and down
I truly don't say blurs
And I hope it has a frown
It thinks it's in a group
Where it feels respect
But its sick and needs soup
That I sure detect
So that's the rhyme of T
A creature whose always blue
And from the angry villagers you flee
Their last words were,"Screw You!"