Mister T.

unbelievably inhuman

a walking, talking pustule

the scent of which always brings nausea

beyond the precipice

a deviant lacking decadence

crawling around in his locked cocoon

his brilliance dulled by blood and stool

so that is the reason he's....

but now he's bound and gagged

set apart for days

in his mind, the lies

get bigger all the time

the games, delays

compounded all my rage

he looks alive, sometimes

but never said good-bye

you can't invite the devil

then expect him too behave

too unbelievable to believe

a victim of clarity

and generally a nuisance

laying siege to the senses

likely likable contagious

box him up nail it shut