A poem about Mr. ********
I watch crawl from a hell whole,
Your skin forested with a canapy of hair,
Your giant adam apple about to burst,
Leading up to your repulsive head with your beaty demonic eyes, staring me down.
You speak and the sound of endless blackboards being scracthed rains through my ears.
I notice that you have colored your hair with the blood of an animal,
...you sick demon. talk2hand
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