why was God so mean
he made me look so knotty
on every side i lean
the walls will call me naughty
Growing old but shorter still
my face is compound ugly
my smiles are barren steel
for once i'm never lucky
No size will fit me well
my taste is never found
hissing all day like hell
my high unpleasant sound
I feed on worry gel
but, why i'm never pleased
the joy that all repel
my smile have never seized.
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