I am the Grinch of Mt. Crumpit
I live high in a cave above Whoville
I am a mean old soul with a hollow chest if you thump it
For I have no heart, I have only one will
To torment a little child who’s as evil as I
She bitches and fights with whom ever she pleases
She’s cold and she’s vile and we wonder why
So I took her poems and I laugh as she’s grieving
Maybe I taught her a thing or two
Or maybe she’s just beyond hope
Either way in my cold soul I know
This girl needs to pray to the POPE! !
Mister Grinch
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