Why has it to be me?
Carrying this brat on my back
Shouting at me all day long
To speed along my tracks
Why has it to be me?
Going face to face with the beast
Huffing and Puffing in my face
Didn't like me it seemed
Why has it to be me?
Saving the ugly maiden
Looking at me with a rotten smile
Her face mad me sadden
The Beast has gone
Blood strewn accross the ground
George and maiden hand in hand
My eyes going all round
Looking down the hillside
Wondering what is to come
Probably the same
Life is no fun
Submitted: November 19, 2011
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