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This poem is for trolls who troll.

When youre evil.

When the Devil is too busy
And Death's a bit too much
They call me by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen I'm Miss Fortune
To the Ladies I'm Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Any way it's all the same

I'm the fly in your soup
I'm the pebble in your shoe
I'm the pea beneath your bed
I'm a bump on every head
I'm the peel on which you slip
I'm the thorn in your side
Makes you wriggle and writhe and it's so easy when you're evil
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need

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