I drew and drew, and observed my domo,
When he looked at me, I said, "No homo"
He looked around, streaming with life,
While I went to the kitchen and drew my knife.
He wandered around, wondering what to do,
My showering neighbor said, "Go away, shoo!"
He wasn't expecting, to die to my knife,
But now this domo, no longer has life!
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