I knew a man who had no teeth
And all he’d do was sit home and weep
He knew a man who had no skin
And was very, very thin
Who knew a man without a nose,
and all his toes.
The three in turn knew a girl
With perfect teeth, skin, and toes
She even had a nose!
The three met one stormy night
And asked each other of their plight
The answers all came the same
The girl had stolen from them and gained
She’d left the three men maimed
Leaving each in turn, a little deranged
How strange
That she should gain
Teeth and nose, but make such foes
and also skin;
The three men met, one stormy night
To wish upon the girl eternal blight
Outwardly disfigured, pure of heart
Weighed down with sorrow
Souls eager to depart
Call it mercy of the night
With tears in their eyes
And a deep longing for their stolen parts
The men died, that stormy night
I knew a girl
Wrapped in a shawl of sin
Who left behind
Three men, distraught and grim
She forgot however
That nothing really lives on forever
Her stolen teeth
Cracked and eroded
Her stolen skin
Withered and died
Her toes bent and curled
refused to obey her anymore
Before they too
Turned green to gangrene
That girl
She sits
With rotting parts
that don’t fit
Her eyes, once blue
have lost their hue
perhaps they were stolen too?
She sits there and weeps
And owes it all, to her trickery and deceit.
Persolus 
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