Once there lived a boy

His forehead bore a lightning scar which people would always see

His hair was black and his eyes were green

His parents were long gone, dead

His existence was quite pitiful

Life was holding a loaded gun right up against his head

He lived with the Dursleys

Who made him cook and clean

They had had a very fat son who was also very mean

His uncle was named Vernon, a fat pig with a queen

This queen was Aunt Petunia, skinny, very clean

This boy I am talking about is Harry, you see

One day he was sent to his cupboard

A cupboard under the stairs

He was sent there by his uncle

The reason was unknown

Harrys fat uncle raped him

The fat ugly bastard RAPED him

Now to this day he screams and cries

There is nothing he can do

To travel back in time, prevent it

One day he took a loaded gun, held it against his head

Bam, he pulled the trigger

Now, Harrys dead