I'm the only one (Star Child)
I enjoy playing word games like clue and people love my humor
I just found out on the internet that my brain could have a big tumor
knowing science like i do is very complicated methods that happen
if you heard my full story of what's going on you wouldnt be clappen
I have a mailformed sketal hand that is used for body science theroies
My inergestion bloated problem I have and my sinius infection carries
I took seroius breathing techniques durring my stay in a medical room
I been known for displays I do in drama class which is acting I assume
I connect with outhers on my verbal talent that i have in my damage head
my Star Child Skull is just almost like a alien invention that went to shred
my fantastic ideas which maintains no memory for social justice themes
my ears intend to give out with noisy ringing and demonic worship screams
my first impression as I walk in a elevator my body cant take the gas
the fluids in my empty stomach is upset and the drainage from my ass
medicinces that are describe to me from my doctor is complety crap
when its sundown I take 400 miligrams of serquel to help me nap
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