he was trapped inside his room
there was nothing left for him, it was his doom
a twisted creature beneath the skin loomed
it was a little darker in there when out came the moon

these pages bring upon a teared up man
he didn't ever have a good plan
and no one ever thought he should receive a pan
to the face, but he sure did, definitely not a fan

he sung until they told him to stop
there was a vessel in his head ready to pop
he's the judge, jury and executioner, please flop
his opponents frown, and now he's on top