A Shuppet Poem
Shuppet just doesn't know when to shut up
All though with all the bags under his eyes
And dead panned expression across his face
He looks like something that just rolled out of bed
Looking at himself in the mirror all shuppet
Sees is his insomnia looking face staring
Right back at him but that didn't scare him at all
Because that's what he saw each and everyday
So what if someone was controlling shuppet like a puppet
It's not like his frisky cursed body was afraid of a ghost
Considering one of his weakness is ghosts and darkness