I confess

He lives in the gloom in the under my me

Mutter seething a grumbly sigh

Tut-tut-tutting his humpage with festering splat

Clunk rolling his cold empty eye

Crank masterly wheezing his parp

Grunt and fester

Deafening vent he groan silently rants

Do not disturb him

Let him be

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I keep him locked down in his doom pit of wallow

But the fume whinge seeps under my door

Glum daunted and gripe-like

Misanthropic he blunts

Fart dumping harrumph on the floor

He lives in the gloom in the under my me

Mutter seething a grumbly sigh.

Do not disturb him

Let him be

Him and me

We and us

Are I

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