His name is Beau. He's a planet, too.
For the sequel to "Discount Shakespeare", it's time to hero the dreams of the child hearts in everyone. Get ready for an adventure of a fourth of a lifetime that's meant to end right before puberty strikes.
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Beau's Regards A relic to remember Poetry by seomins
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The last living fanatic
Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between: eyes here now, right on me, And on the greatest stomach-churning spectacle you've ever seen! Brace yourselves, try not to pee, and please, hold your gasps and shrill banshees For here lies the last living fanatic—drop the curtains, and release thee!
Ooh, aah, I think I'm gonna be sick! People, people, stay with me now, don't panic! He's gentle, he's quiet, he can't hurt a fly. He's not about that juggernaut dynamic. But all that's before you is true, in this circus housing this in-the-flesh fanatic. Stare at you, and he'll stare back, in wonder and hopeful companionship.
Living decades longer than you all combined, grotesque in nature and confines He's a fruit ripe with pungent fat, red as the pupils of a werewolf at midnight His 6-foot stature round like shiners inflated and swollen, fresh from fights This fanatic, this mountain-esque mutant lives on tomatoes for his diet.
With a throbbing heart, he's no one's buddy and everyone's trauma trash can As he consumes all the putrid fruit they chuck in pure hatred at them. Down the hatchet, seeds and all, no bad bones in his body will ever transcend So help him out, will you? He's no freak, just freakishly kind. He is Godsend.
