Wild in thought and sense of humor
Laces his thought in a pool of negative
Dines and drinks from the bowl of the wicked
Thoughts and prayers are all horrendous
Gnats and swallow his own filths
Stares with red-like ogle like an owl
Blood flows down his throat filled with nasty thinking
Befriending and backstabbing in return your price
Nothing builds humor in his head than erring around like a wild cat hunting for grasshoppers
A dime with him is like offering your soul to disgrace
Mutant and stoogey in his rants
All the time just to cause hurt, what he prides in doing
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