Eye catching bald
Eagle fish frying
Hot stove
Body builder
Engine full of spark
Deep in the middle
Of lonely street
Looking down
A wave good bye
Overcrowded
Missed a flight
Booked a real good hot dog
Left for dead
Skin burned
Half naked
The monster awakens
His deep fried chicken eyes
Afraid of life
Ready to run with his tears
Away from living!
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