by Nick Gisburne
They say it was an accident at birth
Biology, a freak genetic code
Of all the creatures doomed to walk the earth
On him the greatest burden was bestowed
If any other man had been so cursed
He surely would be driven to despair
A scourge of such severity, the worst
A malady no magic could repair
He sees the look of loathing in their eyes
But stands before them, shameless, unafraid
And as his voice brings terror from the skies
The greatest hits of Britney Spears are played
He murders them, the karaoke king
He knows it, but he simply loves to sing
