I can be gentle, and I can be sweet
I can cut you into tiny little pieces
Cause I carry a knife in between my teeth
Can you take that?

I can please you, make you smile
I can tease you, make you vile
I can do nothing, nothing, nothing
Can you have that?

Ha, irony is the ultimate menace
To the corny human race
It threatens to dissolve with respect
Any man who thinks he has a face

So lets all shut up and laugh and chant
I am vile, I am sweet, I am a smile, I am a thief!
I will rob your heart, and trash your soul
I will leave you light, and pennyless too…

So, leave everything and come here
To enjoy life you too…

EEks. What a horrible poem? Who could have written it? Its me! The little hobgoblin that sleeps behind your bed. I make you think about everything, and do your laundry once in a while. In reality, I am just vile. And sweet and I smile. And I have a blog tooo, he, he, he, he! Trash me, but you can’t run away, cause “Run, run, run as fast as you can, but you can’t live without me, cause I am the hobgoblin behind your bed”. Now I will leave Ram with his poor excuse for a HobBlogging. I will haunt him in his dreams, he, he,he. And I will haunt you in yours too…

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