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Poetry is not my thing,
I'm going to go for a swing,
And fly away 'till I reach the moon,
To meet a guy who will make me swoon.

I'll Knock him down,
When he knocks me up,
Then raise the baby to eat his soul,
Oh yes, Baby will eat it from a bowl.

Eventually Baby will die,
I'll be sure to wave good bye,
A mysterious death it will be,
No one will ever foresee.

I'll pick myself up and carry on,
With my life in an epic song,
You can whisper, you can stare,
Say what you have to if you dare.

Try messing with me,
Lets see what will be,
I'll make you wish you never messed,
With my mind, Oh I'll make you stressed.

Why can't you see what you're doing to me?
You had to go with the birds and the bees,
So now, I fly around this world,
Feeling like I just hurled.

Some day soon I'll come back home,
Where I'll find where you now foam,
At the mouth, in such anger,
Never learned how to forgive, now you are in danger!