Smop Spot Poem by Hate Tank

There is a place behind a little shop,
Where lives a creature called smop
A simple kind of animal that likes to talk fly and sits about to try to get high
People come and go, to and fro, in and out and wander about
Everyone does little smop know
Their fears, their lives, thier children, their lies.
In him they do trust and rightly so, he sorts them all out and goes with the flow
So if you see that smop sitting by that little shop, leave him be because that's the way it should be, take him away with promise of play will see him wonder of who will stay
Because when all said and done people move on and thank little smop for having that chop