The Legend Of Scissor Boy

By Anonymous

All the scalding hot trophies of the jungle belong to Scissor Boy and none other!
When the head is stupid with long, Scissor Boy kills our hair.
Scissors are used to cook up short for the soldiers,
But when the head is stupid with long, then life becomes a rancid melon,
And weeping is the main burp of the city!
When our heads are stupid with long, Scissor Boy crawls out of his pumpkin…
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…stomping on the braids while the king begs for death, however…
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…applauding as a mule sinks into the quicksand.
That’s when a living ponytail that stands on two legs like a man
Comes bursting out of the cake, screaming that he will slaughter the gods,
But at that very moment, Scissor Boy kisses it and then eats it.
And so laughter becomes the belch of the world.
All the scalding hot trophies of the jungle belong to Scissor Boy and none other!

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