A lyric poem,
in the style of
Finn the Human.
Hit it.
Trekking through the desert,
With my lorn convoy
No food, no water
I’m a worn-out boy,
When I first came here
It was just me and FT
We got a little boat
And sailed out to sea
I dove real deep
And saw lots of things
Like fish, and sharks
And monsters that sing
I unplugged the ocean
And fell through a hole
Met a cool Zebra
And ate a lump of coal
Then I opened a door
And saw an old friend
Stabbed him in the back
And that was the end
Of that
Then I walked through a portal,
And now I’m here
Been walking for weeks
Hope the end is near
If I ever meet soul
I know what I’ll say
My name is Henry
And I’m wasting away
