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The Boss
In a seminal deviance he hid his mind,
Mad as a hatter, he strutted along,
The mistakes became a mask he wore
All day long.
They prodded and poked
And on his peculiarity they choked
In due time
The mask that hid the abominal anatomy
And his eyes swam in the horrors he caused
Longing for a sight
That lasted the night
Till the oil ran dry,
And the candle melts to but a stub.
© windrider
Mad as a hatter, he strutted along,
The mistakes became a mask he wore
All day long.
They prodded and poked
And on his peculiarity they choked
In due time
The mask that hid the abominal anatomy
And his eyes swam in the horrors he caused
Longing for a sight
That lasted the night
Till the oil ran dry,
And the candle melts to but a stub.
© windrider
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