If I were someone's evil twin
I'd crush his lumpy cranium in.
To spite his face I'd smash his nose,
and hammer to a pulp his crooked toes.
I'd force him to face my evil sneer
as I sliced open his belly all fat from beer.
Dancing in his guts I'd feel so fine,
as I kick and crack his slouching spine.
I'd make him wail for no good cause,
And torture him for his smallest flaws.
I'd leave him dying to contemplate,
that his evil side is all self hate.