I Skinned My Couch
By Blaine

Like a sunburst, I arrive,
Brightly coloured, so alive!
And in my circle I do see,
A thousand eyes watching me.
The freaks I confront,
To the sheep I speak.
Their looks are strange,
The prospect's bleak.
Flowers on my dress,
Go from stand to crouch.
But I'm not that embarassed,
That I skinned my couch.





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