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Sneering at a leering lady
as she stares and squirms
At Wanda with her saintly smile
and living wig of worms
I like to watch their faces fall
as we disgust and shame them
Seeking suckers is my game
- no longer lion taming.
Like a pink and pregnant pumpkin
perched upon her neck
Wanda Wadkins head was hurting
it was bitten by insects
I watched the awkward way she waddled
walking to the pail
She always used to wash her worms
and clean beneath her nails
I love the soul I see inside her
but I just can't love her
Folding fat that rolls around
like bowling balls in butter.
Sneering at a leering lady   as she stares and squirms  At Wanda with her saintly smile   and living wig of worms  I like to watch their faces fall   as we disgust and shame them  Seeking suckers is my game   - no longer lion taming.  Like a pink and pregnant pumpkin   perched upon her neck  Wanda Wadkins head was hurting   it was bitten by insects  I watched the awkward way she waddled   walking to the pail  She always used to wash her worms   and clean beneath her nails  I love the soul I see inside her   but I just can't love her  Folding fat that rolls around   like bowling balls in butter.