--very awkward request but please read along to the nursery rhyme pop goes the weasel😂 I got interestingly creative.--
Half a pound of mental disdain
half a pound of scarred skin
that's the way the torture must go,
stop does their evil.
Up and down your mistaken road
in and out-your heads sane?
That's the way you taught me so
stop does their evil.
Every night when I find you
I see knives in your palm
take a hand and grip it tight
stop does their evil.
A promise for a broken wish
another for a dead hope
that's the way the torture must end
stop does their evil.
All around your quivering heart
the screams chased the echoes
the bullies thought 'twas all in fun,
no more of this evil.
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