But now I'm chased, am on the run
All I need to travel through time
Is something bad, an evil crime
It's fueled by evil moods and any bad feelings
Stealing candy from kids and other dealings
But after I stole my first candy bar
This guy showed up, and began to spar
His gigantic belly knocked me right out
What a weird power, without any doubt
Now every time I commit a sin
This guy shows up and bellies my chin
He always shouts, take this fake Dr. Doom
I hate it, him beating me causes me gloom
I have to find a way to beat belly hero
Or my THEE ambition goes down to zero
conclusion:
there is always someone who rains on your parade!
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