Smartfriend

Eighty pounds of me have turned to cipher, and debris in preparation of a future moving in

I was not sufficient with a low nocturnal vision, and resilient, but retrograding skin

Sure, I am excited to be happily invited, though a wire has been gnawing like a mole

This is not the lie I had expected to apply when I was draggin' my deformity down the hole

Down the hole