A big black cloud
Hangs over him
He is never ever happy
He snarls
And growls
Bares his fangs
Permanently snappy
Like the lone wolf
He is a recluse
Fools he does
Not suffer
He's in despair
As no one is there
To ever satisfy him
He will critisise
Put you down
To make himself
Feel better
If truth be told
it will never work
He is just goddam nasty
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