Abusers and Mis-Users
We are snarly, and we’re gnarly,
We’re twisted, and we’re mean.
We smack you with our branches,
And we keep our real selves unseen.
We’re awful, and we’re terrible,
You had better keep your children away.
Because we’ll hold them, and we’ll fold them,
And we’ll never let them run away.
We are the meanest and the baddest,
And the most unhappy ones around.
And the sickest and the saddest,
You will wish your children never found.
Except on Christmas week, when we turn all nice and sweet.
Except when we come to your house, and with you we fast compete.
We are the pretenders, the liars, the thieves, the psychopaths galore.
Where are you going? I am not lying. She really cannot come to the door.
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