Werewolf
soft and furry
try not to scurry
sizing up a lion
we are not buying
no need to freak
the point is bleak
we live among you
its true
the name you gave us
now dont throw me under the bus
its werewolf
offspring of the devil himself
4/26/13
CNA
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