A spotted hyena escaped from the zoo.
Along with a spotted skunk, so that made two.
A spotted moray sounded the loud alarm.
A spotted bass swam off with some charm.
Spotted fever ticks transmitted some fever,
Spotted swine asked if I was a believer
I showed him my spotted face and one spotted hand.
They made me an honorary member of the
Spotted dotted trotted slotted allotted band.
Hyena, skunk, moray, bass, swine and ticks.
We are singing tonight down by the River Stix.
I CURSE HER UNIVERSE!
Uh-oh! She’s not going to like me
The lady as fair as any flower
She’s going to treat me with an iron hand
Because the wields holds all the power
Don’t you hate *****es like that?
Lascivious Ladies whose sole concern is control
A hand of iron, a heart of steel
I know just how she will view me
Just “one of them”
And she uses the term “them”
As if to italicize the fact that she is not one of “them”
But, according to her,
I will be an honorary member of “them”
You know
Not like her
We, or her “them,” live in a different universe than her
A galaxy vs. a constellation
She’s glowing like a fiery orb whose orbit is as yet undetermined
So I need seek shelter with expediency
Because I’m certain part of her comet will strike me
I will be the focus of negativity in her universe
Because rest assured, she will not like me
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