I do not own anything from this poem and don't sue me cause I just told you I DON'T OWN THIS PEOPLE.
You with the blonde spiked hair, funny glasses, long red coat and tall as the eye cans see.
Yes, you with that funny gentle smile and funny gentle eyes.
The priest calls you "Needle Noggin" cause of your hair,
A woman calls you "Misfit" for the trouble that you have caused,
Another woman calls you by your name from the moment, that she met you, she knew who you were.
You act like an idiot to everyone, but to some you act like a gentle man.
You have a family that I know of, your evil twin brother, who is a gun-ho-gun when he looks at you it seems that a thousand knives hit you,
He looks like you only shorter hair, no red coat , no glasses and isn't nice at all.
You don't really expect much from him, do you?
Well I wouldn't if I were you cause he is a terrible menace to this world.
But don't worry if he fights with you, you would kick his ass cause you have a reason to do the thing you do and he doesn't
VASH THE STAMPEDE.