Like Horton and the Whos,
There is a Who-ville in me too.
Not on a dust-like planet as before,
But at the back of my head they wage war.
They beat their drums,
And did their dance.
I swear I could really feel,
Them playing with balls of steel.
Against my skull they do pound,
As though they are drilling the ground.
On my sensitive nerves they bounce,
I could only imagine them screaming 'UP!' and 'DOWN!'
It truly isn't much fun,
When you have more than one
Bloody Who in your head
Who made you wish you were dead!
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