Hey you mister,
With the lady moustache.
Keep your psychotic rage
In your pocket.
I keep my angel face
Only to harmonize,
Not to tolerate you.
You would not want
To see my other side.
So pick up your shit
And put it where it belongs.
Or I will add extra spice
In your curry. Your rage will
See red in the morning.
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