hacked.

let's not start this story the usual way.
long before you time?
no way.
anyhow, this story is about a little boy,
whos' collar is bound by green.
a pest he is, a machine indeed,
what oxymoronic combi can one actually be.
the time for appreciation floats around,
this boy so thickskinned, that he asked for something which he isn't, you see.
from small to big, thn big to damn big,
but, he shld just've settled with small, just like his pride.
two-faced he is, always oh-so-innocent,
but just beware of that blade which he hides beneath his set of yellow teeth.
a born leader indeed,
like ah nehs, all talk is what he does, when work, i rather not read.
he yearns to be like the unicorns, so proud, so much grace, so prestige,
but all he can do,
is just continue loving a dream.
'play on' indeed is what shakespeare says,
but dream on first,
and play on till u meet you meet your doom of destiny.

hoho! lock your doors, seal your windows, for i anon has got into this window. don't tell gabby, oh no don't, for i'll lose this privillege, and this mouth to speak.
guest blogger, out!

-anon