Speckled brow and gnarled knees
Crooked elbows, yellow teeth,
Breath that floats like infesting fleas.
Run and tear, away from there!
When you see it, its time to clear!
Fly from the rotten bully's lair!
But wait, what's this?
How can it be?
Its not a monster but a mirror..
Its me.
Nov 12, 2011
Nov 12, 2011 at 11:42 AM UTC
Speckled brow and gnarled knees
Crooked elbows, yellow teeth,
Breath that floats like infesting fleas.
Run and tear, away from there!
When you see it, its time to clear!
Fly from the rotten bully's lair!
But wait, what's this?
How can it be?
Its not a monster but a mirror..
Its me.
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