Black on red on white,
good god she looks a fright,
the staring eyes and evil grin,
her very being has an evil ring,
grey on brown on sight,
i am a creatue of the night,
if you dont like it go away,
but hear me out i have somthing to say,
yes im pale and tall and cold,
but you make assuptions,
what have i done to upset you,
im a person with felings to,
your diffrent thats what you are,
how do i know you diddnt smash my car,
are you aware how strange you look,
for all we know your a drty crook,
true i might be any of those,
but couldent you be one of my foes,
i have done nothing my good sir,
so leave me be.
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