The day we saw you fall out of the tree,
You’re a hell-hated part of our nature,
Life with you feels like an annoying bee,
I don’t want you to be in my future.
You’re an artless half-faced piece of work,
Your ill-nurtured milk does not quench my thirst,
Your brown shell makes me want to see a clerk,
I always say scut that you’re the worst.
People look at your life and want to cry,
You’re a brown breath taking death-token,
I look at you and cry, I want to die,
Your hugger-mugger life has now spoken.
Would you ever want to like to leave my life?
This has made me want to go buy a knife.
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