There once was a bunny,
Who was colored pink..
He lived inside the mind,
Of a dark little freak.
The bunny didn’t like who he was,
So he dyed his fur black,
But he still had his flaws.
The bunny hated himself,
For the rest of his days,
He made himself mad,
And despised this phase.
He became very depressed.
He slit his wrists,
The blood spilled.
And the bunny was killed..
So this black bunny.
Laid dead in his mind..
He was very unique bunny,
The only of his kind..
And now he’s dead.
All because he didn’t want to be pink..
But a twist of fate,
Brought the bunny back to life.
He woke up,
With the cold sharp knife,
Dripping with blood..
But the blood wasn’t red,
Or black,
Or blue…
It was what color,
He despised the most..
Pink..
He lay in his blood,
And became pink once again..
And so the bunny accepted his fate,
Of his color being pink..
And so he live his life,
Inside the mind,
Of the dark little freak.
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