Whoa! Where do I start?
You are free mind, soul, and heart
When I first met you I thought you were a freak
But this summer I got to know you better, taking a closer peak.
You love gore
And you called yourself a gore-whore
That still gives me the creeps
But luckily I can still sleep
You hang with cool peeps
Some are outlandish in bounds and leaps
We hung a few times this summer
But we should've hung more - what a bummer.
You have two Facebook profiles
Each with different info and styles
One has a nominal identity
While the other looks differently