“Very Altered Ego”

now that you’ve met me let me introduce you to my very altered ego

he’s not as nice, he sometimes bites, and might have lice

he growls, he snarls, he quarrels and never returns what he borrows

he’s real real mean never ever clean and always trying to show you something obscene

he prays with broken fingers in shattered glass with maniacal laughs

his tongue is green, his eyes are swirling, and his ears are folded

he has many scars from all the cars he’s been thrown out of

they crisscross his skin, protrude from within, his scabs are always flaking

his heart is made of old old gold, wait I meant, old old mold

but hey, at least he wears a tuxedo