My hands in my pocket, I slowly approached
And stood just outside the door.
I raised my left eyebrow, thought 'I'll go inside now,
And deal at once with this storm.'
The storm, you see, deep inside of my heart,
Was one of hatred and rage.
The best thing, of course, was to confront this strong source,
And find a job with good wage.
I raised my left arm and knocked on the door
To receive a big greeting.
The alien dragged me in, while wearing a large grin,
Teeth stained from coffee drinking.
I glanced in disgust at this site standing
Right before my frightened eyes.
But then I remembered my job: to dismember
And left the girl to eat fries.
I climbed up the stairs and refused to stop now,
My heart was pounding real loud.
Soon I arrived at his door and kicked it to the floor,
The room was flooded with sound.
He stood up at once and looked at me weird,
His eyebrows squinting with scorn.
His teeth clenched tight shut, he said "I'm real sorry, but,
I don't buy boy scout popcorn."
I wasted no more time with this strange event
And grinned quite innocently,
"I don't sell popcorn in a tub, so back off, Bub,
And I'll kill you discreetly."
I took out my axe and set off to work,
I chopped from left and then right.
My heart was thus really calm, like an unplugged atom bomb,
My feet skipping in delight.
I'm now in a funny house, mad that I
now eat my weight in Swiss cheese.
But I am not sad, for somewhere Titans are glad,
And enjoying some large ice creams!
FREEDOM!