When I grow up...
I want to be a werewolf
Run and hunt, naked
Howl at the world in dark nights
Roam in daylight in sheep’s disguise.

When I grow up...
I want to be a creepy spider
Vicious, nasty, with hideous claws
From murky woods where gloom tolls
Crawl into the safe homes
Scare off little girls sleeping with dolls.

When I grow up...
I only want to be swollen with pride
Of being brown testicles under the pants
Oh, the power and freedom and power
Owning scotch, women, and no shame.

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