On the way home…

On the way home I met a girl called pain,
Who’s eyes are as red as blood,
Shoes as ripped as if a Jaguar bit it
And hair with bullets acting like hair clips.

On the way home I met a man of lightning,
Who’s hair would give you a painful static shock if you touched it,
Sneezes electricity
And can charge any phone with just one shock.

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