The Ultimate Misfit


A misfit, only trying to get her little blitt, blitt
An instructor and a pupil together making the perfect duple
A secretary and the popo making sure not to mess with the flow flow
A child and a neighbor on their way to the caber
A man in his mirror
About to come
He came
Shots
Shots
Shots
He left.
A misfit, no longer trying to get her little blitt, blitt
An instructor and a pupil can no longer be the perfect duple
A secretary and the popo too late to save the flow flow
A child home, and depressed but with no neighbor, left at the caber
A man in his mirror
Came
Shot
Shot
Shot
He left, and will ultimately feel the major heft

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