When the rash started, it circled around my arm

Maybe just poison oak? Nothing of alarm. 

But as it began to spread, and the itch began to burn 

I began to worry about what I would soon learn. 

It made its way up to my shoulder and then across my chest

It covered up my torso and then took over the rest

The bumps oozed... and burned.. and itched through the night

No lotion would soothe them, my nails succumbed to every fight

Next came the horns out from the sides of my head

The pain was so dreadful, I wanted to be dead. 

And when my whole body was covered with the mess

It was hard to tell what looked human from what looked much less

Adults would stare and make their children look other ways

I started to go out in the night and sleep through the days. 

And though I tried to stop it, tried several times to get out

My neck was always fine, the gunshot wouldn’t cease my shout. 

I hear their nasty thoughts, the people of the day

Saying who they’d fuck, who they’d turn away

I hear them all confess, the crimes they would soon commit

Hands over my ears, I’m always forced to submit 

And while I can’t kill myself, I think with some relief

I can still take care of them, rid the world of their wicked grief

The next time you see me - and think what an ugly fuck

Better watch your back or you’ll end up in my trunk.