A man with a cart once walked up to me:
He said 'you sure look lonely.'
I asked him 'hey, what's the deal?
I don't need this emotional appeal.'
So he went and he strolled away,
Dragging with him a cart of paper machee.
I ran after him and stopped his tracks.
Apologized, and asked him 'what's the price on that?'
He said he didn't appreciate my aggressiveness.
His offers open to those with a open head,
So I took off my scalp and let him inspect it.
He reached in a hand covered with an oven mitt.
He said 'I could feel this.
Broken like a record and you're a hybrid.
The damage is just far too much,
I guess I'll just have to say farewell, and good luck.'