Demon

I'm sick and tired of it.

Fickle fickle little demon

Terrorizing all the sea men

why is it you rock the boat,

for what reason do you gloat?

 

Fickle fickle little demon,

I can see you with my reason

I don't like the way you act

you really really need a smack

 

Fickle fickle little demon

ravagin my total being.

The End

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