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Rat on a tray
Hair gone all astray
Angel without it's wings
I'll cut you some worthy of kings
Drowned in solution
Oblivious of our obtrusion
Notes on your similar anatomy
At least you feel no grinding agony
To you it's nothing
For you're not something
To them this is hidious torture
A queezy student hides in the corner
A diva with no fire beat
You body lacks natural heat
Blond boy bagging balls of steel
But they can't give you another last meal
Cutting open your skin
Your wings made through sin
I made you an escape with no price
Climb the stanzas of this poem to paradise
You are dead
You feel no dread
You don't long for a bed
You couldn't have successfully fled
My golden potato friend
I hope you had an easy end