My secret life by Poot Lovato

Poot lives on

It was a beautiful august day when we were born. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I was singing along. Demi was screaming like an ungrateful brat, but our parents liked her better than me. I tried to impress my parents, I really did. I would sing for them from the basement and make little figures of them from the dust I found in the basement corners, but nothing seemed to work. Demi had the talent, Demi had the looks and Demi had the sass. Me? I had a head in the form of a potato. Even though I had a potato head nothing could stop me. I didn't die when they locked me in that basement, i was born.

I've always known i was destined to something great. Destined to do better than that potato people call Demi. Destined to rule the world. You don't know this, but i've been leaving little clues in Demi's songs. You remember "Cool for the summer"? or should i say Poot for the summer? How about "Really don't care"? She's actually singing about me. There are so many things i want to tell you. Poot DOES exist. Poot is ALIVE. Poot lives on.