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
