In a World full of Assholes be a Quasimodo
Have you ever seen such a deformity?
Confined to his own morbid conformity
Crowned king of fools and hailed up high
He only saw that they loved - nigh,
Worshipped him because his ears were dry
Though underneath it they pooled toxicity
It required no explanation no specificity
As long as it was on that day for the fools
Where he wore a crown and given jewels
He felt most honored but every story unspools.
What a joy it must be to be oblivious to the hate
To have a Frollo to guide you from plate to plate
Though baited and distracted by a sour teacher
The sort of man with rod like a Sunday school preacher
Who carried contradictions as he tried to leech her.
The hunchback wasn’t even content to let it go on
Had set about quenching the hunger of the dragon
When beauty was in danger because of methodical evil serpents
When beauty herself kept reaching out for Phoebus’ fragments.
The villain is ever present to snuff out his Esmerelda
He won’t carry it out himself so don’t let him sell ya
He will incite the mob to turn in on its own
He will gather up ropes and hurl out the stone
And the good little hunchback will become emboldened
To steal away from his Frollo what it was he had stolen
For although he had no ears to hear he had eyes to see
So when injustices were done upon him well, he,
He usurped his mighty oppressor and threw him away
And found his way to his little loves mass grave that day.
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