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(Created page with "<poem>Come here kiddo, listen, or don’t. I don’t much like to gloat. But I’ve done great things you see. I’ve freed many people, many, but he. It was he you see, the one I wanted to be. A knife was all it took; I snatched his face like a naughty little crook! I walked through town, people watched and stared Police sirens, oh heavens they blared. They took me in chains, I stomped, and I screamed “It’s just not fair!” It was in the home you see, I did many...") |
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<poem>Come here kiddo, listen, or
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But
It was he you see, the one I wanted to be.
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I walked through town, people watched and stared
Police sirens, oh heavens they blared.
They took me in chains, I stomped, and I screamed
It was in the home you see, I did many great deeds.
I became not one, not two, but three!
The men called it:
I was never quite sure who I wanted to be.
Surely, no one there, so I had to run, I had to flee.
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I found ecstasy in each new appearance I found
I was free, no face for me to be bound!
I could literally be
The shudders of others made me giggle with glee.
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My compassion for the ones around me has been marginally lowed.
My name is Mike, but fear not friend! No need to hide.
No need to hide, until
Young one, when you sleep tonight.
Keep your mind clear of fright.
Or, maybe
One thing is certain, upon your face, my knife will rest.
But, either way
And continue on with this daunting task.
Maybe one day
You think you are safe, but
I believe that you are the new face
So whatever you do, do not, turn around.
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