Blot
Inky hands that go to grab
How they offer such a treat
A temptation that calls forth
An awful poison hidden behind sweets
Don't trust the mime
Each intention is for the worst
Should you get any closer
Their claws will go for your throat
Don't listen to the hidden lies
Follow the truth on the screen
The fall will happen with them
They'll show jealousy and green
Ask what went wrong
They'll speak silent truths
Don't believe the inky mime
He'll hurt and act aloof














