I hide my giant eyes from cartoons From cuties, a grin that of a baboon A flimsy fellow in mighty ferocious words Summon my self-proclaimed ridicule hoards!
Never have I ever had a single flaw Struck you with my silver cyber claw My dreams of growth with a single shroom All trapped inside my dark veiled room
Why, if it isn't Kurinar Adored by one and all Tough claim, tough claim that's not for me, that concrete tangible platinum call
I lost my case pleading for white space To a noodler for a mother and her husband with a cold shoulder And sister with doe a deer, horns and posthaste feet and a bunny-rabbit for a face
This hunger grew into a grief To the deaths it pulled me right to the grave This once brave heart now succumb to unbelief Why, if it isn't--it isn't myself anymore
Now behold! Before you, force-polished, self-blessed floors of pure imitation gold A freshly-baked sugarcoat matched with my favored wasabi berry float
All on a table set before what seems to be too unfair welcomed by a cool breeze but stabbed by a sizzling stake at your rear.
Why, if it isn't Kurinar Son of the sweeper superstar Why, pity to this horrible lad Destroyed then forced into a wheat facade.