Reluctant Transformation
I'm turning into a werewolf
It's freakin' me out, can't ya see?
My vision of nicety
don't include spicity
of locks gone electrically frazzled.
My soul still feels staid and moral
but if people take note of me
in this state they won't rate
my belongity
the way I think
they think
it should be.
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