By the perfection of thine art
Which pass'd for human thine own heart;
By the delight in others' pain,
And by the brotherhood of Cain
– Lord Byron
Fake phony nasty creepy
Crusted over smile
You're as warm and cuddly
As a crazy crocodile
Big shiny boots
Stompin on my heart
Killing all my dreams
By perfecting your art
A living nightmare
You'll never change your ways
You went out for a snack
And ghosted me for days
You slept with my buddy
My brother and my priest
My soul is despoiled
And my body's growing yeast
Those wacky sparkly girls
Always catch my eye
I'm destined for destruction
But I'll never know why
by Richard W. Bray
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