I have a long neck like a giraffe.
When people see me, they laugh.
My neck makes me twelve feet tall.
I actually make Goliath look small.

People’s laughter no longer bothers me.
But I do get mad when people think that I eat the leaves on trees.
As I walk down the street, everybody always takes a peek.
I’ve kicked people’s asses because they called me a freak.

I demand respect because I’m a member of the Human Race.
My neck is so damn long that it can be seen from outer space.
Some people actually think that I am a giraffe, you may too.
Just remember that I’ll kick your ass if you try to put me in a zoo.

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    This is a fictional poem.



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