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Who is he, that man, lanky and strange?

A cretin, a fool. He walks down the street,

Gawking and laughing at everything he sees

Gaping smile, a cackling creep

Pointing at folks down on their luck

Chuckling at a child with skinned knees and tears

Grinning at the sick, the injured, and the scared

The people, they glare; “You don’t belong here”

“Please leave, Sir, you can’t stay here

You’re upsetting the patrons with your sinister stare”

Casting unease on whomever he meets

Something’s unhinged in the way that he greets

A deranged vagabond wandering the streets

Searching for something to make him complete

Casting unease on whomever he meets

Something’s unhinged in the way that he greets

Rejected, ignored, repugnant, abhorred

His mind becomes foggy, starts to decay

Casting unease on whomever he meets

Something’s unhinged in the way that he greets

He slithers away, sullen and forlorn

How, why did it all go so wrong?

Casting unease on whomever he meets

Something’s unhinged in the way that he greets