Hurt in ways
Not yet understood
Theft of the imaginary maze
Night is sometimes good

The moon has power
Now let me give you flowers
Oh wait that would make sense
That blond is quite dense

First crack of sunshine
Makes me whine
When a woman love is more
Than a mirror spits a whore

Everybody knows everything, But you now
He hopes your a great big cow
He's a lot hotter than a pig
He's a rebel, hey got a cig

He smells, He curses, and is brutally honest
Man he's the worst sometimes just messed
let them in, heart, he's blessed
Would someone please show him how to dress
He ran out of word that make any sense

He's out there, he's in there
He's a fat sweet turd
If you laugh at any of this it's absurd
To hug kiss then hump
He is proudly pleasantly plump

He's only happy when he takes a crap
He's missing a wing and has a flap
What is he? what is he?
He's such a tease was she

What is he? What is he?
He is really a she

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