A poem by Tim Burton.
There was a young man
everyone thought was quite handsome.
So he tied up his face
and held it for ransom.
He made everybody
back up 20 feet,
then he ran off
with his head
down a darkly
lit street.
The whole town
wondered why he'd
threatened his face,
they couldn't understand,
... it was that kind of place.
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