there once was a boy , head in a vice

everything he said , he said in a thrice.

whether twas this , whether twas that

then was it echoed by his witch black cat.

so six times in total , but eleven's the charm -

the number needed for his spells to bring on the harm.

and just then he remembered the 5-pointed star

with wand he drew the circle - all inside his VR.

thats right its fake, he'd never be so bold .

mask off there's nothing - no friends or life to hold.

if you tap him on the shoulder at the dawn of the day ,

in the clear light of morning , he'll just run away.

its just another monday , he's off to the grind.

all inside your black mirror - on the inside of your mind.

in part two he goes Afrikar-tranny and calls himself Fanny

- insists hes the rightful heir of the ode to the ole boy, Danny.