Written by: Turbin Tetnus

An outsider won't stride like he owns the place, 
he's an open book with a hardened face, 
pure and true but stuck like glue on the shoe of the new review..clutches at straws and remains a mute, what's there to do? 
He's been given the boot, he's the colostomy bag, that is his duty, 
he's hopin' they'll start eating somethin healthy n fruity 
To relieve his position and grant him access to beauty