This Man.

You know this man.

You've seen this man.

You don't have a clue what he does.

But You know him.

And he knows you.

And if he doesn't,

Well, tough shit.

And you've heard this guy speak.

But you've never heard his voice.

And he's looking at you right now.

And you're looking at him.

He's giving you that stare.

That 'Fuck Off' stare

But you still know him.

You're not friends with him.

But you kind of know you are.

Cause deep in your heart,

You know this man.

He may shop at walmart,

He may wear a questionalble sweater,

But you know him,

and he knows you.

Cause you've seen him in the bathtub,

When you were in the bathtub,

And you've seen him in the shower

When you've been in the shower,

And you know him.

You may deny it,

But you know you do.

Cause he's the awkward guy who sits in the food court all day,

Wishing he was gay,

Smking pot,

And eating noodles,

Whils staring at you.

And want to stay away from him,

But you know him,

And you still stay away from him.

Cause he means danger whenever he's around,

No matter if your a spooky scarey skeleton,

Or a guy in lost-and found,

And you know him.

Yes you do.

YES YOU DO.

YOU DO YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

ARE YOU RECORDING ME?

YOU SON OF A BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

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