The Creep - Poem by Undine Roxie
Why do you stay there, creature, in a big jar of formalin?
Is it because they did not want you?
Or is because you're weird?
They stay and stare at you, aborted creature,
And leave you there so long.
so long to stare, so long to stay....
You ugly innocent being,
They do not know you,
But they call you a creep.
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